Dark love now creeps through the cracks of what's left of my heart
lost nights in *****
And bruised kisses lost to drunken men
Cold comforting steal slashes lap at my already etched frame

These are just some things I do
To help me forget your *name

If you ever want to know
a friend on a deeper level
offer to sober cab.
When they do shots
watch their guards
fall down
when they fall down
help them up.

With clear eyes see
their secrets.
With your steady
tongue keep them.

Take witness to the
ones who curse you
out for trying to
switch out their *****
for water and to the
ones who apologize
over and over again
for letting this happen
again.

Two drops of blood, a reason each
So you can always have my love, for it lives in this dead blood like it burned in my veins eternal
One tiny drop of misery, to flood your soul like it drowned mine
A slip of ***** to numb the pain, both mine and yours
And a crushed up little pill
So you may hear my voice once more

I’ve drank ***** that tasted
better
than your biter heart
and smoked cigarettes that
smelled sweeter
than your gut wrenching pride,
glided razors across my body
that are softer than your
words
and swallowed pills that numb
me
more than this heartbreak.

From now on the only highlights of my nights
will be Schweppes and ***** and
torturing myself over your Facebook profile
with a smile on my face and eyes
too heavy to cry.

And you will be texting her
God knows what sweet words,
and you will be looking forward
to the next time she says I love you,
and you will be refusing to go to bed
before wishing her a proper good night.

I know that
the memory of me will slowly die
where her hips begin
until I mean nothing
and you will forget me altogether one day
and you will want her more than you can say.


F.Z.N