sjsprWriting

Push me away like you push that divine poison of yours

You call me only when you take a hit

I guess sober is no longer enough

We used to be able to handle pain, remember?

The day my dog got lost, the day you lost your father

Darling, we used to make love together

Entangling within each other, stealing hearts and lending life

I used to be the only thing that lifted you up that high

Now you’re a religious man

Bow down to your god so that he may deal you another hand

You owe him your life, but you owe me much more

You owe me for the gas money I spent driving to New York City in the middle of the night

You used to own my happiness

But what you possess now has landed you in your very own bastille

 

You owe me for the bruises you don’t remember giving me

And for the scars I can’t forget having pressed into my bark

Darling, we used to make love together

Now you make promises that were born broken

I’d rather make love alone than reach for your skin when you’re too far gone

And you’re always gone.

So I don’t remember what your tears look like

But your eyes are always red

(My tears stopped flowing a long time ago, but you know that

They’ve learned about your need for silence the hard way)

Our thoughts used to flow together like two rivers on a course back home

But the days have proven wicked

I am landlocked and you,

you’re

still

gone