So yesterday, I
Thought it would be
A good idea
To write to her
Admitting all the twists and trips and slips and
Wreckage
Of the days since I left
Explaining, or trying to
Why it hurts so bad
And how every moment
I spend screaming
And she stays silent
Feels like I’m back there
Chewing pills
All over
But I won’t call the cops this time
I won’t spend a night
With the addict lady
In the white room
With holes in the walls
There’s only the ink
And the page
And how much love kills
So I sent it
Along with more money
Than I can afford to give
So maybe at least
One of us
Will live
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