Eyes are mine.
I want you to know that I won’t want to go. My mistakes have haunted me to the point of wanting to hide from the world like a pig hides from the sun and the flies. I’ve been a fool. Cruel and bad. My teeth ache, as do my bones. My fingernails are too long and slivered at the tips. My hair falls into the bathroom sink more and more each morning. My heart is a dead and dried honeybee that I leave on the kitchen window sill. Whiskey. Tequila. Weed. ‘Used to wash it away a little. Now all that drink only keeps me up at night. It shows in the dark circles under my eyes how much I drink, how little I sleep and how much I hate my job and the traffic. The phone does not ring. Someone else is mowing my lawn. It needed a good running over. Long and overgrown. All the music is still the same. In the end no one will notice. Likely not give a shit if they did. In my mouth my tongue will be dry and more thirsty than it will ever have been. In my throat will be all of my tears, and the last of them too. In my eyes will be every good thing. Every kiss. Every laugh. Every smile. Every time I told you that I loved. And the last time too.