Pills

Cold white seeds planted new in me, burried deep in this broken heart in the cracks of light through a navy sky my body is sick for them after each popping swig and the late nights of my forever shaking shoulders I will need them again, and what they build when I think on your brown eyes which love so fiercely and move so easily when I think on your hands which taste the air like flames, so earnestly So desperately, I'm singing collaging my life stringing lights around my own eyes Asking, Can't you see your own reflection? I've always been here