Staying high is the only way I forget my name
because I could never forget yours
you run through me..
and I've spent too many nights thinking the end of a blade would get you out from under my skin
but it doesn't matter how many pills I take
your name is always there
a constant reminder
of everything I've ever loved
and lost
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PoetryA collection of poetry found under lovers nails or stained against your pillow case - highest ranking - #3 poems - #9 in poetry - All rights reserved - © Ruby Smith @desp-erate 2014 Cover by @-grxnge