Her

I tried to erase the scars that she left on your skin but her words had cut you too deep, leaving beautiful broken lines on your arm.

I couldn't kiss away the memories that she gave you because they were burned onto the backs of your eyelids, and you never wanted to open your eyes.

I thought that if I loved you enough that it would erase her from your head, but the traces of her will forever be on your body. I guess this is what jealousy feels like.

It's her that I taste on your lips and when you exhale those cigarettes, it's her breath that you're trying to breathe. As your lungs burn, and as you're trying to remember the exact sound of her laugh, the stars you once saw in my eyes are dying, creating black holes that are swallowing my happiness.

Yesterday you wore the red scarf that reminds you of the time the two of you ran away, and I swear, I could feel my heart bruising right then and there.

So here I am, self-medicating with the pills that I found in my mother's bathroom. I spend my days in a drug-induced haze but my thoughts still hurt like hell and I can't get you the fuck out of my head. My body is numb but my mind feels everything.

They say that Vodka can make you forget, but so far it's just left me passed out on the bathroom floor with your name bleeding from my wrist. Now I'm awake, my head is pounding, and I'm wondering where you are and when you'll try to save me from myself.