When We're Intoxicated
You Seem Nicer
You Hold Me Tighter
You Color Pages In Your Book Lighter
You Smile Brighter
You Wrap Your Hands Around Me And You
Don't
Let
Go
But I Know When We Wake Up
It'll Just Be A Wait
To Be Drunk Again
So I Can Pretend
That You're Mine
And That You Care
But For The Time Being
We Are Sober
And You Look At Me With
Disgust
Not Because You Feel That You Didn't Give Consent
But That You Think That I Am Below You
And I Am
And I Wish I Wasn't
But I Look At The Bottle In The Corner Of The Room
And I Hand It To You
And
You
Take
It
And We Get Back To What We Do Best
Which Is
Feeling Like Shit And
Making Each Other
Feel
Good
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Kimya Dawson
PoetryThis book is a collection of poems. Most of them are weird, and almost all of them are based on my life.