Jealous

i’m jealous of drugs

i’m not weed or meth

im not shrooms or coke

i can’t make you forget

i can’t make you better.

but i am pepper

you are salt.

i am the moon and you are the sun.

“do it for yourself, not me”

i tell you

to which you replied

“you are the only part of me of which i love”

but then why can’t i heal you?

why can’t my love be enough.

but now you’re skin is stained blue

your teeth are stained yellow

and your wrists are stained red.