"At first,
memories of you
were frequent
and many.

But over time
they became
few and far,

and each one
always a reminder
of the scars."

selfishness
makes the ink patterns
on hearts
disappear

the stars
become one
and trees
to be bound
like the tigers
around our wrists

swallow the gin
mainline
inhale

forget to exhale

there aren't any trees
left
to make oxygen
anyway