it's late and it's dark
and even this old bottle of jack daniels is missing you again
i can still taste the rain from the day you walked away
and never came back
and the gray clouds kidnapped the rays of light from your eyes
so that the world was colder and darker and emptier
than it ever should have been
and the sun just keeps setting every night
but forgetting to come back up in the morning

my hands bleed whiskey and nicotine
and my dyed fingernails just can't seem to dig any deeper
but i keep trying to claw out the part of me that chased you away
even though it's still beating in my chest

were you afraid you'd love me back?

you promised me always,
did you lose sight of forever
or just get swept up in lust?

he could touch you in ways i never knew how,
but i swore to love you better than he ever could
and i forgive you for all the tears and all the scars
and all the hangovers that made me wish i'd never woken back up
into this bleak world where nobody matters to anybody
and life is just a game with only one winner

i broke down in third period on the first day of school
when the teacher asked 'whats your favorite thing to write?'
and i scribbled your name into the 'other' column
because heartbreak and suicide and adolescent alcoholism
weren't listed as options

you used to be my friday nights and my saturday mornings
and just your voice put my mind and body back in sync
when the world was just too loud and busy to handle
and your eyes lifted me higher than this cheap ******* ever did
and when you looked at me i had an answer
to every question i'd ever asked
because the only thing in the world that mattered was that moment of forever
where you made time itself meaningless

it feels like a lifetime ago when the entire solar system revolved around you
and even Sirius was weak in comparison
to the the way your eyes lit up when you laughed
but now the earth doesn't orbit and the stars have all burned out
and the night sky is as dark and empty as my heart

there was a time where you were bigger than the universe in my eyes,
but now it's just me and these strands of smoke sewn into my clothes and this harsh bite from jack tickling the back of my throat

..but at least that empty bottle never gave up on me


*m.k.