Codependent Antidepressants

“I hate that you’re sad. I wish I could make you happy.”

 

I couldn’t help but wonder if you

Would tell me that sober.

Maybe it doesn’t matter.

 

My fingers cross over the scars you made on your legs,

You say those are only a reminder of a behavior left behind.

And I hope I’m right in believing you.

 

You were tangible aftermath

As we opted to forget rather than learn,

And in forgetting we found out about one another.

 

Christmas lights reflected in your pupils.
I’m not afraid of acid flashbacks

Or dying-

 

We are just two rusted hearts in a cage

Being picked apart by fingers reaching in from the outside.