you don't write anymore
he said
a statement bourne more
from his own self accusation
but hurting just the same
as we sat
lights blacked out
with electrical tape
and blankets
and another shot
of 151
his boxes lined up in the hall
again
i could have said something
anything
but didn't
again
remembering all the shit
that i had poured out
in the hospital waiting room
waiting on my mother
at funerals where i wondered
if it was worth it to
ever have loved
in the back room
during parties
as the music played on
and i waited
for the next one
to move in
always hands
full of hunger
mouths numbed
with pills
and hearts
full of hell
waiting to be filled
i have never been one to meet
obligations
have only ever wanted
to be needed
and found
throwing words
out to so many others
not wanting to
face them
on screen
until now
Birth sign: Aquarius
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