before you
i'd spend sleepless night
laying in bed with tears in my eyes
for no apparent reason
insomnia was my best friend
and failed to keep my demons
at bay
then you came along
with demons who retaliated
with my own
our insomnia-filled nights
we spent side by side on your
front porch
with glasses of straight whiskey
in our hands
i struggled to drink mine
without wincing at the taste
and burn twinkling down my
throat
while you chugged yours
down like water on a summer's day
you told me it was a secret
your dad taught you when
you were twelve and i laughed
and called bullshit
until you told me just how
now i order whiskey without
coke and knock the bitch
down as if i needed to
cure dehydration
YOU ARE READING
with whiskey on our breath
Poetrybecause there's that one moment in life where you meet someone and wonder, "where the fuck have you been all my life?" this was - is our moment. © christine marie.
