remember when we would lay together at nighttime? just laying there in the quiet? not having sex, not smoking weed or cigs, not tripping on meth highs, not laughing, not crying, just silence.
do you remember when we first met? do you remember what ran through your mind before the drugs did? do you remember when we first held hands and our lips met? what about our hips, when they sang in unison and so did our lips?
do you remember the you that loved me so passionately that they let me go and say what i pleased? do you remember protecting me from anything and everything because i was first?
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do you remember the first high? how worried you were about how you'd hide your new priority from me? what about when i realized what was really first?
do you remember the tears running down my face when your fingers played her melody and your lips tasted hers? do you remember the lie rolling off of your lips that tasted like honey and the feeling of saving your own ass?
remember the first time i put a blunt to my lips to prove a point, but your stomach curled in wonder and happiness instead? what about when my hands wrapped around the wine bottle that i chugged?
remember when you put the drugs and alcohol before me? remember saying that i raped you? remember when you said that you regretted even meeting me? remember when you and your best friend pushed me down into the grave behind my back? remember when you came over and your tongue explored me, even when i wasn't yours and you weren't mine? remember when the lies that you put into my head became heard and seen through? remember when you told me you had been raped because you wanted my attention? remember ditching me to do and cheat on me with the curly haired girl and her pill bottles?
remember losing the only girl that would've saved you?
because i damn sure do.
-your drugs fucked me over too
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the girl who cried ink
PoetryNo one listened, so instead of speaking, I wrote ranking(s): #61 quote
