Your face is tattooed on the inside of my eyelids,
I take your words like medication,
your scent of sunflowers and thunderstorms is so clear to me that
I pretend it lingers on my skin.

Visions of linoleum floors
soaked in your blood;
needles lying on the ground,
your body shaking and taken away
haunt me.
The possible future is filling
my nightmares and I don't know
how to tell you to stop.

You are my drug of choice
but I wish you'd change yours.