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Watching you struggle Is like clenching your hair In gentle fistfuls Trying to keep your lolling head still While you kneel in front of a toilet. Puking. With each lurch farther into the depths of the bowl You release a stifled noise Whimpering like a hurt puppy. It makes me want to rewind time And swipe that last shot glass Away from your giggly mouth. But I can’t do that. I can barely offer comfort All I can do is be practical. All I can do is make sure ***** doesn’t get in your hair. As the toilet water rises with bile My emotions push my common sense. But my feelings don’t matter. I can feel whatever I want In the long run I can’t do anything. But keep holding your hair. I can’t do anything. But sweep back your hair. Away from your cheekbones Like curtains Revealing a show. I can’t do anything. But watch the show. Mesmerized with The arching of your neck And the convulsions of your back. All I can do 
Is stare at your back
 And hold your hair. (I’m so sorry I just want to hold your face in my hands Please forgive me) All I can do Is hold your hair
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Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 4:36 AM UTC
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Watching you struggle Is like clenching your hair In gentle fistfuls Trying to keep your lolling head still While you kneel in front of a toilet. Puking. With each lurch farther into the depths of the bowl You release a stifled noise Whimpering like a hurt puppy. It makes me want to rewind time And swipe that last shot glass Away from your giggly mouth. But I can’t do that. I can barely offer comfort All I can do is be practical. All I can do is make sure ***** doesn’t get in your hair. As the toilet water rises with bile My emotions push my common sense. But my feelings don’t matter. I can feel whatever I want In the long run I can’t do anything. But keep holding your hair. I can’t do anything. But sweep back your hair. Away from your cheekbones Like curtains Revealing a show. I can’t do anything. But watch the show. Mesmerized with The arching of your neck And the convulsions of your back. All I can do 
Is stare at your back
 And hold your hair. (I’m so sorry I just want to hold your face in my hands Please forgive me) All I can do Is hold your hair
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Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 4:36 AM UTC
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