empty bottle resembles empty heart
and empty head,
and empty bed
--
every song is a punch to the gut
reminding her that she must
she must
be better, be stronger, be confident
and yet relapse is on the road
to the imaginary land of recovery
--
she develops an intense relationship
with her lonesome bed
blanets reach out to keep her pinned
-to pillows
-in sleep
-with tear-stained cheeks, chewed up nails,
swollen shoulder blades
her mattress is desperate for the kisses and sighs
she gives it night after night
Jun 7, 2013
Jun 7, 2013 at 6:13 PM UTC
empty bottle resembles empty heart
and empty head,
and empty bed
--
every song is a punch to the gut
reminding her that she must
she must
be better, be stronger, be confident
and yet relapse is on the road
to the imaginary land of recovery
--
she develops an intense relationship
with her lonesome bed
blanets reach out to keep her pinned
-to pillows
-in sleep
-with tear-stained cheeks, chewed up nails,
swollen shoulder blades
her mattress is desperate for the kisses and sighs
she gives it night after night
