I watch your face,
tears fall to the white tile floor.
The dim light of the bathroom
offers no refuge from their ears
As they listen in.
I have no words, so I give a hug.
Affection is the thing I yearn for,
yet I’m the one giving it out.
Later, I worry about you—
if you were to vanish like so many others before you.
If it was you that faded,
I would succumb to a similar fate,
this time by my own hand.
I’d pilfer their prescriptions,
searching for a way to dull your absence.
Or maybe I’ll take my car without my learner’s permit
and speed down the highway,
drinking as much ***** as my young body can handle.
You know I will only drink the fruity ones.
I’ll seek a tree or a parked truck
to end my aching heart.
And in hell, we will reunite.
You will be surprised for sure,
and I will grab you close,
if only to hold you again,
as the fires of sin burn around us,
and the Bibles are never wrong
in where we were going.
But together, we will find our peace.
I cannot live without you,
no matter how surreal it feels
to have a history written in different chapters.
I am strong,
I will protect you with my words
and never let you be alone again.