I couldn't keep my brain up with you.

I wrote a piece just before this that got deleted. I felt like a piece of me died. So I wrote this.

We wrapped our fingers with gauze.
Wounded wedding antics and a cheated applause
carried our bodies home.
Now no one knows.

You came into the door way at last,
with tangerine highlights
striking a match.
You burnt up the mattress just for a laugh.

Now don't you think we got ahead
of ourselves in the end?
"It wasn't really that bad."

Stitches in my eyelids tonight.
I haven't slept in weeks and I don't want to fight.
Guide my body home.
I don't want to know.

You came through with an ameretto evening gown.
I drank your presence in the smoke and the crowd.
My mind couldn't quiet down,
for now I won't make a sound.

I couldn't keep my brain up with the thought of you,
anxious, and apathetically mused.

Now, at the end,
did we get ahead of ourselves?
It wasn't all that great,
you said so yourself.