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Addison fell asleep somewhere in the apartmenti've marked every cigarette with red paint
so that i can find my way to you
when i come home to broken lights and tossed sheets.
i can tell that you haven't slept well in months
and i can smell spilled coffee and vodka on the dining room table.
the walls are decorated in crimson graffiti,
flagging me down and trailing me to your bedroom.
the door is locked, i can tell without touching the nob.
cold air breathes heavily from the crack of the door
tickling the cells of my ankles.
you loved me like you loved nose bleeds at 3am,
and i wish that you were here like the
vibrant red tint that softly brushes
and hugs the cells of your hands
but the cigarette packet is empty.
your face is hot
your palms are frozen, your fingers are numb
and neither of us will damage ourselves with addiction
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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