We were never lovers
don’t romanticize it.
We were two ghosts
sharing the same graveyard,
two shaky hands gripping glass
like it was the only thing
that ever stayed.

We wasn’t soulmates,
we was cellmates
trapped in a habit that felt like home,
spoon-fed poison calling it loyalty,
thinking rock bottom was softer
if you landed next to me.

You overdosed
but don’t think I didn’t.
I OD every night on could-have-beens,
on your last breath echoing
in the back of my throat.
I’m alive
but this ain’t living.
It’s survival with a heartbeat
too stubborn to quit.

We never ****** for love
we ****** to feel human
for five seconds
before the demons came back,
and the high turned cold.
I watched you sink
I lit the pipe,
I watched you drift,
I told myself I’d follow
but here I am
still feeding the same demon
with your name on its fangs.

We were never lovers.
We were addicts.
We mistook poison for forever
and you just left me
with the half-life
of a promise we never kept.

So when they ask,
I say we never loved
‘cause if we did,
maybe one of us
would still be here for real.