Revised poem
She could’ve been beautiful
But the makeup on her face
Amplified every imperfection
Made her seem unreal
Like a slipshod animation
*
We talked for hours
About philosophies
Too convoluted to consume
About ambitions
And the despair
That shapes realities
She would have sacrificed
Everything for the stage,
Instead, on her knees
Choking down creation
*
I find myself standing
On the same corner
Night after night
Surrendering
To the instincts
Of inhuman men
Selling pieces of my soul
For the abstractions
Of a primed syringe
*
We bought
An apartment together
On the lower end
No furniture or food
Only conversation,
The sustenance of fools
I remember
The hours piled upon hours
Of words so casually strewn
I remember
The weight of her shrinking skin
Defenseless beneath
The weight
Of our transient bones
I remember
Watching her fall
Shapelessly
Into addiction
My spirit too weak
To stall the descent
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