YOU LIKED THE TASTE OF ALCOHOL
MORE THAN THE TASTE OF MY LIPS,
AND I WATCHED YOU BECOME A WHOLE
OTHER PERSON WHEN WE KISSED.
THE TASTE THAT YOU LEFT
IN MY MOUTH WAS TOO SOUR,
AND I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN WHEN
YOU HAD FOUR DRINKS IN THE LAST HOUR.
YOU SWORE THAT YOU'D NEVER HURT ME,
BUT NOW CLEARLY, I SEE.
YOU WERE ALWAYS DRUNK WHEN YOU SAID YOU LOVED ME.
YOU ARE READING
This Book is Probably About You.
PoetryHis eyes are the perfect poem, i'll spend forever trying to write. On an endless search for adjectives, to capture them just right. I could try to write their meaning, but I think you'd fail to understand. 'Cause nothing quite that beautiful could b...
