I want you to take another hit, another sip,
forget me.

I want you to smoke one more cigarette,
without me.

I want you to lie awake at night, thinking,
of not my face.

I want you to picture someone new,
in my place.

I want you to loathe,
any idea of what was.

I want you to know,
that this is what a broken girl does.

Indulge in your sinful habits,
foggy memories, forgotten nights, take my place.

When you look at me, feel hate.
Or feel nothing, I'm nothing but a basketcase.

For I am lost, in the world of moving too fast, to just moving on.
Stroking your innocence, ignorance.

I want you to take another hit, another sip,
be tempted to forget me, and all my sweet belligerence.

Where were you,
when I came banging on your door?
I knew you were on the other side.
But tell me, where were you?
Do you remember,
the last week of your shattered existence?
I found you in the bathroom,
why was there so much of you on the floor?
The purple tiles were stained with your damaged essence.
From lost calls to broken messages, where were you?
I know you saw the lines of fear, disgust, hurt,
you didn't save me.
Where were you?
And more importantly,
where  was I?
Hiding in the shadows of a broken memory,
you knew, but why didn't you blame me?
From the absent memories and mental wounds,
you wouldn't save me, where were you?