So it's like,

Enough time staring in the dark
And you forget the password.
You even have to think for a moment
Before you can remember that girl’s name?
The one who looked just like you,
But with eyes like sunken seas
And a colorless smile. Her teeth were crooked.
After a while you forget
The number of days,
But you’re still wearing that necklace.
You still wake up in the morning and you slip it on
And it weighs so much your skin separates.
Blisters relieved by night are redrawn
Where the metal has grown white hot
And it’s your own heat but it’s choking you so you clutch the chain
But god it doesn’t do any good.
You can’t take it off.

It’s been a while right
And you can pretend to forget
But you still remember everything
Her name was Chantal.
Maybe if you didn’t hate your face so much boys would like you more
But this face is the same as that ruined bubblegum one
And I bet she’s a prostitute by now.
She kissed your roommate.
That bisexual one. I remember every word
That girl said. Not Chantal, my roommate.
She would talk to me on the windowsill
And comb her hair like she was home.
Her face was pockmarked like her life.

We weren’t allowed to cross the border between
Her side of the room and mine, so that why we sat on the windowsill.
I remember all those medications made me tired as the darkness
Between stars
But I would stay awake for her
Because she wanted to die.
Behind the thick curtains and the windows that wouldn’t open
On the beautiful sunset view she tried to kill herself in that room.
I was too tired to care much.
I know how she lost her virginity.
She went over to her friend’s or something
And I think she must have been wearing red
Because she gave me all of that memory
And red doesn’t like secrets much.
You see, her scars are white.