jameson was a regular around our home since he was easier to swallow than the truth of growing apart. he was just as familiar as i was with every scar on your body. i loved being the person that gets called at 1:47am to shovel your jack oozing body into my passenger seat even if it only meant 3 minutes of coherent conversation with you. you’d mosey your way from the bar to the couch to my bed in a pathetic manner keeping your bourbon in tact, yet upchucked your int

I wasn’t kidding when I said “You kill me, kid” Deep, hot breath like fire in my bones and Your hands two stitches sewing up my hips I got so drunk off the scent of your skin Blood loss by a bitten bottom lip Blindness, because the look in your eyes was no match for mine Cause of death: side smiling Are these love-bites or lacerations Handprints where they shouldn’t be Chicken pox goosebumps 98.6 degree burns where you touched me Walk-of-shame eyebags Nausea from ne

I am made of sea glass And all the times I panicked Soft and weathered Once part of a whole Manufactured in a sheltered city Used to help fill Warm bellies before a man got too Drunk and tossed me out to sea On Christmas I am made of beach sand And the time I fell asleep Face-down and burned my rough skin raw So I could finish my dream My past is a mystery to those who hold me All they know, what is in their hand I am, thanks be to the waves Silent when asked to