Remember When Being Beautiful Was Enough?

violent eyes wounded
remember when?

i do.

monday morning call-offs
just to stay
shrouded in the sheets
and buried in each other

whiskey lips
and nicotine fits
medicate me, please
i'll quit tomorrow
but you'll forgive me
because my eyes
are so green

violet nights
rum-taste
songs sung badly
over the radio
polaroids fallen
all over the carpet

i remember when you adored me

lips bitten pink
and wrists cut red
i am the problem child
your mama always warned you about
watch me fall apart
and see how gorgeous
tragedy can be

remember when being beautiful was enough?