A Drug Like Any Other

I remember the days that we spent bent together fondly.
Before the pebble path grew paper thin,
and the blank lines came to haunt me.
You see, love’s a drug like any other,
Though served with sympathetic hugs.
Of which I’ve just enough ingested to restore my collapsed lungs.
For consistency to me
Now means only lost hope and overdose.
As I’ve seen how sickness seeds in the unplowed overgrowth.
I left the cobbles unconsidered,
Feeding fire through my liver.
So now I live to die,
with withered eyes,
For I’ve no night sky left to give her.
           If I could, I’d ease your pain.
   And should you ask, I’d end the needless strain.
           Live free of games,
  And take knee when you breathe my name.
In every dream you say the same shit.
Till I awake and further blame,
Myself, my fear,
And empty ears,
For the coming cutthroat years.
           My love, I beg you.
Let go of my hand,
For fear I’ll disappear damaged again.
    In those moments she pleaded,
Your pain and hatred’s too heavy.
I know with that kind of weight I could never fly steady.
So I beg you let go of my legs,
As I disappear damaged instead.
         On how many hopes have we dined?
Due to our decisionless existence,
Won’t you make up my mind?
Seems I never find the time,
And when I unwind,
I’m uninclined.
To straighten my braided spine,
And take stock of the weighted tines.
Before the fork finds my mouth,
And sends another one south,
By expectations driven out.
Cuz I can’t find the time to talk about,
My pouting face that you somehow pleased.
You’re the color, cut out till I’m see through.
So sorry I deceived you.
It’s this cutting kind of cold
Which forms the memories,
That come along and fucking eat you…