My mind is fogged up with images of the you
before me and you I know in my arms.
How do I tell you the things of the past when
the marijuana and alcohol is rotting your brain?
You can touch my skin but the welts don't leave; how can you heal on the outside but never inside you could whisper as you part my thighs but I am not an open book yet you know this.
My friends, they look at me saying don't leave him he's sick you have to stay for his health, but your friends look at me like I am the one to blame for the mess you make. clean him up, they whisper with bliss.
Carry on, carry on.
You spill bottles on the floor and I pick them up.
You yell and spit at my face but I wipe them away.
You're not you but I love you anyways.
I find ways to justify why you can't love me
but you love me like how my father loved my my mother, hence the word loved.
You hold me like he did once. He didn't like me around yet you do but there's consequences if I flinch isn't there?
carried on.