A.I

Everybody's looking for a reason to die, an excuse to choke on a bottle of pills or taste the barrel of a gun, maybe if you lose your job they'll understand when you tie yourself to the train tracks and hold your breath, so when I saw you, eyes all dazed and a smile laced with drugs, cigarette hanging from your mouth, I thought maybe you were it, you'd break my heart. Maybe my mother wouldn't blame herself when she found me, blood in the sink, body on the floor, because she'll remember the way I cried over you and she'll know that it's not her fault I'm like this, it's yours, but when I crashed into you and broke my bones you put me back together. I know they say you've got to save yourself but the flowers on my windowsill were dead until you touched them.