I found it in the glass cabinet.
The tequila, that is,
Not you.

Is nights like these,
The ones where your image is burned into my retinas,
Upside-down and backwards,
Upside-down and backwards,
You are burned upside-down and back wards.

And not even marathons of ****** crime TV shows and remove you from me.

These are the nights that in find my self in the glass cabinet.

But there are nights that I welcome you.
The nights where I smear charcoal across my face,
Across my page,
Upside-down and backwards
Upside-down and backwards
Seeking the blue that is your eyes.

You are a welcome guest those nights,
But I am not.

It’s funny to me that you loved Salinger so,
Seeing, as you are not as lucky as Holden.
But your borrowed the book anyways.

You are the reason that I can't wear belts,
Because I always picture you in a way that I shouldn't
It's your fault my pants sag.

And you made out with a senior and I was jealous
And you were screaming.

You knew didn’t you?
That you were going to leave me?

I cannot tell if I am angry.

You are gone.

I am upside-down and backwards
Upside down and backwards

And we are broken.