I Never Got To Say...

I still remember the day that you drank a whole bottle of vodka like it was water then drove me home. That was the first time that I really saw how sick you were. The last words you wrote were on a yellow sticky note that read fireball & cigs. You took your last drag, grabbed your heart, and died alone in a hotel room. I didn't get to see you and I didn't get to say goodbye.

That killed me because the only thing I wanted to see was the tattoo that I gave you on your back. I felt like if I saw that tattoo then I could finally find some peace.

So instead, I made this painting to let go of the hate inside my heart and to heal the scars on my soul.