i remember a week long drunk, starting with jack daniels and ending with cheap wine, began on a saturday afternoon, sitting around drinking, trying to write poems to you, to tell you how i felt, the words were drowned in alcohol haze, the more i drank , the less i wrote, the lines too painful to speak i don't remember too much after sunday morning, i know i was caught by the neighbor pissing out my living room window, i guess the bathroom at the end of the hall was too far to stumble, i was well stockpiled, a small liquor store beside the couch, two cartons of cigarettes on top of that, i didn't have to go anywhere, the days and nites floated into one, i didn't eat i didn't sleep all i was doing was drinking you away, somehow, that friday nite, i walked twelve miles in the pouring rain, sat on your front yard and cried, soaked to the bone and drinking muscatel, you and your husband came out of our house, i don't know if it was the wind or the rain, but you saw me and shivered, and ran into the house, came out with a blanket and asked if i needed a ride somewhere, anywhere but here, your eyes never met mine although i couldn't stop staring at how beautiful you were, i know what you were thinking cause i was thinking it too.... three years too late.. the next day, going through the dt's i didn't see pink elephants or anything like that... i saw angels with your face playing harps and violins and it made the gut wrenching, sleepless nite a little more tolerable....
Reason for writing:
just a draft
Birth sign: Libra
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