vodka bottles sleep in our bed tonight
and we sleep on the floor
darkness hugs us
comforts us
and we embrace it back
lips too red, blood on each corner 
eyes too red, tears on each corner 
my words get stuck in my throat, choking me 
and i reach a shaky arm towards your body 
try to touch your icy skin 
perhaps i could color your veins in red again 
but you’re too far 
and the pills on both of your eyes look back at me
taunt me 
i pull my body up 
crawl next to you 
tears drop on your yellowish face 
i wish i could kiss you hard enough for time to go back 
perhaps i could save you 
save myself, too 
but the Gods turn their backs on us 
and my mother tells me to turn my back on you 
i can’t end up like you 
a lost soul 
dead and forgotten 
lips too pale to kiss 
heart too heavy to beat 
sirens 
voices 
cries 
how do i let go of your hand 
if your hand can’t let go of mine
and how do i forget you 
if your face looks like mine.

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