could i only speak

i remember the curtains trying to escape in the wind
the open window as if no one cared to protect what was inside
a picture of you and i turned over on my nightstand
they probably carelessly knocked it over as they fought their way in
and imagining your cold body on the floor where the bottles were left
maybe if i hadnt gone to the hospital to confirm your broken promises
you wouldnt be here anymore and i wouldnt have the memory of you fighting
not for your life but your death