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Pictures of you

These tired heavy feet
stumbling on the cobbled steps
leading to my core are all that's left
as my fingertips lose grip again,
losing myself on the edges of reality
where actual memories
and made-up ones
converge to make me
whole again. [/font][/font]

[/font][/font]This alcohol
on my blood runs deep,
seeping from vein to vein,
pushing all sense out of my body,
my brain,
until eventually
my stomach's on the floor in front me,
swirling in colorful chunks of disappointment,
tinged with hues of failure and betrayal
swimming with your memories.[/font][/font]

My thoughts flee,
searching for reasons way beyond reason,
for answers to questions that plague my being
but my brain feels useless,
blocking everything
but the faint sound of your face
flashing like an old projector.
[/font][/font]Pictures of you, [/font][/font]
I see through closed eyes, [/font][/font]
tattooed at the insides of my eyelids.[/font][/font]

Pictures of you,[/font][/font]
pictures of always only you.

I wonder if I'd ever picture us together. [/font][/font]