Lovely

December 2, 2015

Mascara running down her face

Her unprotected body weak and vulnerable

Pills in one hand

A bottle of vodka in the other

All whilst admiring a picture

She takes a pill then a drink

Her mascara running down her face

Now dripping on her memory

I look into her eyes

Please fucking look at me

I'm here, I'm right here

She continues to take one by one

Drink by drink

Stop babygirl

Don't do this

Look at that picture

I'm right there

Her unconscious body lays there with such grace

I wish I could've helped

But I left you alone

I'm sorry that I made you do this

I'm sorry I left you just how you left your body

-Leonel Bautista

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