Drunken Love
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People say that
drunken words
are
sober thoughts.
They say when people drink,
they release all inhibitions,
and the
words flow
from their mouth
almost
as smoothly
as the spirits from the bottle.
But they don't consider where the words go from there.
They spill upon listening skin,
they sting
like the whiskey grandma poured
on your cuts
when she had
nothing left
to use.
We were taught to cover our wounds.
Tuck your head beneath
the comforter
and close your eyes until morning
where you walk down the stairs
and no mess remains
and it appears
you're
the only one
who can still see the stains.
Rome really wans't built
in a day,
but it takes only
one knick
in a crack
in the cornorstone of the foundation
to send an entire nation
crumbling
to the ground
and the only resolution
from you that I have found
is to step over the remains
and act as if
they've always stood that way.
I wonder what that taugt me
about love.
Because at the ripe age of 17,
cigarette smoke grips on to my hair
and the scent of
second hand alcohol consumption
lingers on my breath.
And as gaurunteed as the rising sun,
I move on to the next.
But I don't mind.
Because they have the same
bloodshot eyes
as my mother.
I long to hold
their drug laced hands
running down my body
giving me a contact high.
Every kiss adds
to the track marks
on my arms,
no
the sensation
in my chest
is probably just withdrawls
as you're
coninsidentally saying
"I love you."