Trying Not to Remember

I'm high on pills while

she hits a glass pipe beside me

and

he hits a joint

in front of me.

Just

the family, making memories

that we will never remember.

she

passes the pipe

and

I hit it just to

elevate myself even more

from

who I am.

Who I've become.

Who I've forced him to be.

I

Inhale and feel the

sweetness

of forgetting warm my body

and

make his edges fuzzy

like

the safe place he used to be

but

is too far away to

still be.

Exhale

and the cold rushes back

from the

shoulder he turns to me

when

I've fucked up again

and

made him regret

again

the life that he chose

to

appease the demons

that he created.

I

have heroin

and morphine

in a bottle in my bag

and

those demons are

hovering above me instead of

inside me;

watching me.

Watching him

make them stronger.

Making me sick when

I'm high on pills

while

he hits a joint.

Just making memories

I'm trying not to remember.

Reviews

[Antoñyo]

Another "Wow"...This one, extremely vivid and penetrating in the psyche.
A new and pretty incredible style I've found today.

Thanks again for sharing