You're Gone
Your breath.
It reeks of alcohol.
Your eyes.
They never stay still.
Your hands.
They’re all over me.
Your lips.
They spill out lies.
Your mind.
It’s demented and torn.
Your smile.
It’s not there anymore.
Your drugs.
They have taken you over;

Can I have you back now?



Edited.

Really good.

Only thing that kinda odd to me is :
Your arms.
They’re all over me.
I read it and thought hands might be a better word than arms...