wisps of your memory
fog up my rose tinted
glasses with recollect-
ions of you
they fill my veins like
a medical drip—
future hallucinations
and hospital trips
❝it'll make you better,❞
they say, ❝it'll make
you better❞ but you
still visited my dreams
the white walls are as
cold as your hands
when you string me
along in the hush night
you left my private room
with a venomous kiss—
how i wish you could stay
and take my breath away
it burns but don't worry
sweetheart i won't tell the
doctor; i wouldn't want to
start taking those pills
after all, i'd rather feel
pain than nothing at all
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