I remember those December nights
When life became frigid
And our future looked bleak
We used each other for body heat

I remember those mornings
You know the ones
4am conversations about pills
And dying

I remember all your quirks
That you drank tea, never coffee
I know that those scrapes on your knuckles weren’t mistakes

I remember thinking it was love
The way your words were woven
But the promise you made
Wasn’t a promise at all

I remember you kissing her
And I lost my appetite

I remember January 1st
When you bled a little too much
And I tightened the noose

I remember that you went to the hospital
And I just stayed home with a bruise
I guess you were the gun
And I was the trigger