two months –
two months i wasted
pounding whiskey on
r o c k s
wishing – hoping
liquor would get you
off my mind
but instead it had
me calling
begging for you
to answer my
c r i e s
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.
