Don’t be like that.
You’ve been talking to your family again, haven’t you?
What did I tell you about talking to them?
They just want to tear us apart,
They don’t understand us;
Where were they when things got bad?
Was it them that cradled your body in the middle of the night
That laid beside you in bed when you could not move
That bought you all the long sleeved shirts
That did not judge you for staring at the ceiling for hours on end
That never once asked you to speak
That did not flinch at the sight of you?
It was me, everything was me,
I am the only one that didn’t abandon you
Don’t do this to us.
You’ve been taking the pills again, haven’t you?
When will you understand that you’ll never be good enough for them
No matter how many bottles you swallow?
I am the only one that really loves you,
If they loved you then they wouldn’t be trying to change you,
They wouldn’t be paying doctors to fix you and drug you,
I am the only one that has ever accepted you as you are,
I am as good as you are ever going to get,
No one has stayed long once they saw who you truly are,
No one is ever going to stay,
I will always be here
I am all you have now
You can’t get rid of me that easily.
You may have cut your hair and moved to a different state
But I know every molecule of you,
I know you better than you know you,
Did you honestly think you could run from me?
Did you honestly think you could survive without me?
I am the best thing that ever happened to you,
I made you interesting;
Do you honestly think anyone would give a damn about your poems
If it wasn’t for me?
I’m the only reason you’re worth anything at all
People don’t like you, they like your sob story,
They like knowing they aren’t the most pathetic person in the room,
I will make you a martyr;
Artists are always more popular after they’re dead;
Turn off the light.
Come back to bed.
No one will even notice you’re gone.
kiss her and tell her she tastes like stardust,
and watch her shake her head
and tell you that she carries graveyards in her collarbones.
hear her when she tells you her kisses taste like dead dreams
and wilted flowers and too much blood from biting her lips
and your metaphors will never force anything beautiful to grow out of her skin.
kiss her again, anyway,
and tell her that the universe never needed pretty words from the mouth of a young boy to become
it already was.