I always stumble out your door
hungover.
every time you look at me
I take a sip.
every time you smile
I down a shot.
you laugh
and another bottle is gone.
you lean your head on my shoulder
and everything is blurry.
you hug me
and I'm unconscious.
then when it's that time,
you wake me up
and say goodbye
and push me out into the
glaring sunlight
without even a drink
of water.

as I lay here
staring up at the
blue sky
I realize she should be
quite proud
for she has
leaked
that crystalline pigment
right into your
irises

you of all people know
that when the sun rises
the words aren't nearly
as liquid as before.

I sat beside you today.
I found it ironic
how we were both dressed
in our Sunday best.
when you looked my way,
I knew you didn't
want me there.
you blamed me.
although you promised
it was never me.
I am aware that the fault
is no longer mine.
it supposedly never was.
I've always been innocent,
according to you.
but when those tragic
blue eyes
met mine...
the world's blame was suddenly
heavy on my shoulders
and i didn't try
to stop it from
crushing
me.