tomorrow you will not remember

you held my hair back as i threw up 

skin gracing my neck, intentional

night lover, fugitive

i sink down and down

the gallery swung cyclical 

we assumed parts like we knew to

you held my arm, you caught my eyes

fingers to my ear and your palm on my leg

i know how you are

when it was too much to bear you would find me

when i couldn’t keep myself together you were the first to the floor

settling my mess

only as long as i could see it

there is your face disappearing behind the door with eyes that know 

i know how you are but i don’t know what’s fiction

i have to be rid of you