And if you're asking if I slept well the answer is no. My eyes and heart are aching with cement stuck in between my toes and your words in my fingers. Tears come back to burn like the summers sun - tripping on my own eyelids - drowning in winter - drowning in you.

Your voice croaks from all the plastic you've swallowed - shadow after shadow I'm on me knees begging that you won't have another drink.
You see, in afraid that the burning of all the camera flashes and ***** have replaced the warmth of a best friend.

You smell raw, like you just ripped your skin off your back the same way you take your shirt off - while I smell of rotting flowers that have perfumed my lungs for far too lung because my skin is hiding in the back of my closet.

It's pouring again - but this time revealing my chipped nail polish that each could only represent their own private islands,
And you are the toxic water I am floating in.