favorite poisons

The bedroom lights are cold

You left me with a pen, the keys, a phone

Your widowed mother and her lone Truman companion

I think I’m finally starting to understand it

At one, you walk alone

Makes me sick to see you’d rather be

A hollow man of bones

Than ever again live to know me

Who you’ll be in years crawling up the line

I’ll never have the chance to see him

Cradle his feeble; fumble mine

They say when I love someone,

I tend to do that

But when you told me I was different

Something other, eccentrically created 

I never thought history could repeat upon us

Because we were different

Remember? You had said it.

Your words had outweighed mine

Until yours became my own

Freudian slips and a bed stained with your clothes 

My lonesome thoughts only salvaged in a bottle of wine

Watching all my favorite poisons

Become what burn you away.

- M. Rose