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A short book of poetry about my struggles with addictions, self-destruction, and losses. |
| you and i are a lot alike, constantly in trenches deep inside our minds. riding waves that reach no heights, the lows feel further every time. but we both seem connected, never felt so close to anyone. what will happen when the beauty fades? when the music stops and pink clouds return to being grey? i know it's difficult to see it when your emerald eyes pierce right through the walls i've built to keep me from the shadows. we're dominoes, co-dependent, fall into each other's lap, or if the table turns we might stab each other's back. it's not a good idea, we're not foolish, we both know. but it's impossible to look away when you wrap your hands around my throat. |
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