3:57𝘼𝙈

"..we were lessons in each other's story, not the final chapters."

Only meant to be something to miss in your lifetime. Never something to actually have because it would fall apart. My close friend over countless years needles straight to the point, only meant to be side by side in the stars. Souls bound but flesh meant to suffocate like quicksand, never to be touched. In thinking it would be enough, it is unpleasantly revealed we are facing that what was in the bag of drugs wasn’t quite as much enough to sustain us. On life support the eyes turn into an aqueduct and the river runs dry. Broken glass in my chest makes it hard to breathe and say this but easy to say goodbye. The trust of mirrors shattered. The grave pitter patters as the dirt trinkels down deeper 6 feet into the heart of the matter that we were lessons in each other’s story, not the final chapters. Our glowing fire touched and caused a beautiful disaster. Cynical of us to kiss to the rhythm of our melting flesh. That was part of the binding of us though, how much we didn’t care. That’s what kept us connected... and also what drove us masochist junkies to a dangerous game of truth or dare. I love you like a monsoon loves the sea but I don’t want this regret to form eventually in the tears that I haven’t wept for you. Human made of Fentanyl with another human made of Ecstasy. The high feels good when combined in warm spirits but the crash destroys everything we’ve ever built into a desert of nothingness stacked with needles all around as far as the eye can see. How many times can we do this before I start saying I hate you without laughing or “I’m kidding’s”? Turning into screams of guilt that I took this on knowing what the ending would be, knowing what was bound to be happening to me. You on your own injecting a high into the next, me in the streets begging for something stronger than Fentanyl only to overdose. Where do I go from here?