Bitter Sweet

Small lips,

A sweet kiss,

Her small hips,

Her kindness.

She is too good,

She is too soft.

She will never pick me. 

Bitter I am,

I bring out the worst in every man,

Trying as hard as I can,

But I will never be good enough for her hands.

She sits at a seat so close,

But I know not to have hope,

She says a few words over the counter,

But I can't hear. 

Suddenly I am grabbed,

I am set free,

She presses me against her lips,

and she whispers,

"You are my only friend, Whiskey."

Author's Note

Hey guys! It's been a while but this is just a short poem. A lot of people when they think alcoholics and people who struggle against alcoholism, women are not what comes to mind. Smiling, beautiful faces are not the picture society has painted. But many different types of people can have the same demons!

Reviews

[Jade]

This is so well written, I enjoyed this write, nicely done

[Davidgeo]

A bitter write but very slickly written. Well done.

[Angela Sparks]

Thank you so much:)

[Davidgeo]

It is always my pleasure.

[Coyote Poetry]

Whiskey love. We pay the price in the morning. Nice use of description made the reader believe every word. Thank you Angela for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Angela Sparks]

Thank you! Your reviews make me smile

[Coyote Poetry]

I love your work Angela. You make me smile too.