last resort.

you are the last drop of my strongest vice,
a drug, and drink, a forbidden kiss.
you are the last pint of blood in my veins,
tired and worthless from doing single-rounds through my body.
you are the last breath of air in my lungs
escaping through my throat like your own words have so many times
you are the last line of my suicide note
scribbled, barley legible, and read three hours to late.
you are my last resort.
am i the ugly forgettable reflection you used to see in the mirror?
am i every personality flaw you just can't stand?
every flaw and imperfection you ever blinked from your tired shining eyes
i am.

for pete