The outline of your face
left fingerprints on my heart
and their oils left a residue
that still haunts every beat
Alcohol and ativan
help me try to keep the memories
from rising in the darkness
so that I can get some sleep
but the rising sun reminds me
that I’m just fucked without you
and as my morning shower soaks my skin
I know I’ve never felt so alone
and while my mind keeps repeating
all the words I left unspoken
the bathroom mirror only shows me
all of my fucking flaws
So now I try to pick up the pieces
that you saw fit to scatter
and if I could bear to speak to you
I think I’d ask you, “Why?”
but I guess the answers are never simple
to questions of broken promises
and I guess forever is a fairytale
that can never be achieved
but if I had the chance to start all over
I still don’t think I could resist you
even knowing all that remains
are panic attacks
and my unsettled bones