I was a bottle, you were my wine
venturing into my system, slipping down my throat
you heated every limb and what was numb before
began wriggling with life but now you're gone
and all i have left is wine

I was a bottle, you were my vodka
you burned my throat, as your taste left my lips
as you faded away, i felt a sharp sting
I woke up with a throb that erased what you were to me
and all i have left is vodka

I was bottle, you were my whiskey
that tasted like goodbye on a cold, lonely night
the bitter taste stayed until my face hit the floor
spinning around, I talked myself to sleep
and all I have left is whiskey

I was bottle, you tipped me over
anticipating the mess, you'd clean up in the end
not knowing if my shards could hurt you in return
you ran out of liquor, you couldn't fill me up anymore
and all you have left is a broken bottle

forms.

I could write a haiku on the pages of the unmade sheets

we slept in, written with ink so we could never let it slip.

We tossed and turned over, unconsciously moving closer.

Our bodies, like a thrilling hurricane and calm after the storm

left us shipwrecked in a flustered breathlessness

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I could write free verse on the floor where we sat in silence,

the wind sweeping around the temporary tattoo 

of our names that I carved on the cold hard cement.

Content and thoughtful silence filled the air

and I felt like I was home

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I could write novels on his irises that matched the moon

from our view off the rooftop. The fog danced and hovered

over the buildings. Smoke from our lungs part from our mouths

Sipping from a bottle, I tasted the cold sweetness of day

behind blurry visuals until the sun braved from hiding

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I could write volumes on the pages of our moments.

I stutter and choke on words I want to set free, 

but I trapped them and I refuse to make a sound.

We settle like dust, unlikely to rise up from what we've

become and we remain ashes, untouched.

Wake up

We owned the world when we were younger. Nothing and no one could stop us and we would do what we wanted and speak words that we wanted to hear each other speak. We'd spend most school nights, frolicking and laughing and staring at the sky. The word 'future' didn't mean anything at the time. It felt right.

I was a magnet that got pulled everywhere you went. I was a shadow that would act exactly like you. You were my anchor. You kept me at bay when my insides were breaking, but at the same time, you brought me down deeper and deeper until I didn't know who I was anymore. I was changed, as you created me, a monster that I would soon fear and learn to hate. 

But the rush and the thrills made me stick around. I was blinded by vices. I was deafened from advice. Things crashed and fell in front of my feet but I didn't care for it much, In my head, "Its you and me" I stayed in the darkness til morning never came. The time lapse was quick, I wake up. It's Today.

What would've happened if I pulled away? What could I have been if I reached for the surface?

I got over it eventually. I woke up from it and I rose. Where are you? You're still in the same place. you never left and you don't want to leave yet.

You distance yourself and hide away in a world you created. A place where you only hear yourself and you follow a road that leads to rocks and stones. Where, you get your fix and after that, what's next? another night of regret. another night of complete silence. Yet, you linger, stick around the cracks and holes. You avoid reality and you hate distance with a passion.

I look at you and I dont see you. I hear what you say, but it isnt you who is speaking. You're from a different world now. We talk about things that's been going on in our lives, and I must admit that you surprise me and in my mind, I disagree to this. Why are you doing this just to get by? You crashed and I dont know if you can fix yourself. You suffocated, its not up to me to revive you. Leaving you behind, was something I never meant to do but you are not me. I am not you. 

All the things that we are.

We are trapped in a daze
We are grasping for time.

We are waiting for something to happen.

We are craving for what could never even be.

We are kids, laughing at nothing and everything.

We are partners in every good deed and every crime that we make.

We are old friends, only focusing on the new. 

We are unfinished bushiness.

I am ball of fire

You are smoke settling on the ground.

I am an earthquake.

You are a tidal wave. 

I was chasing for something that wasn't even running.

You were staying away from what you don't want to lose

We stay stationary, roaming in the same positions.

We grieve to lose possibilities, not knowing what to choose.

We are stuck

We are fragile.

We are inevitable.

We are undefined.