A Love Poem For Drink

Just some more word vomits

I have never known quite a love as this,

from your cold glass neck right up to

your captivating pungent kiss

what else is a girl supposed to do?

I feel alone so often it's choking

and always you're there for me,

your love more consistent than smoking

even, I don't know what else love can be.

I wish you could talk and tell me it's ok

but you still hold me and I drink you in

being with you, makes my body sway

I feel you give me the confidence to win.

There's never a day I can't find you

If I need you I see you hiding in the store

or sitting at the bar waiting, it's true,

you'll always be the one I adore.

Yet in the morning you always leave me

and I end up feeling worse for wear

and missing the way you made me not see

or perhaps just ashamed of the sick in my hair.

Why do you always leave before I wake

with this pounding drum in my head

and that gnawing feeling I've made a mistake,

I no longer recall, for my memory is dead.

You always raise me up to that silver cloud

but by sunrise I feel sick to my stomach

and more alone than ever, the crowd

of flies buzz in me, I miss you so much.

I hug the toilet, looking for you in empty cans

of your remnants, who are now cold and

unfeeling, I want to see you again, I make plans

to find you, my head stays in the sand.

Lovers and friends usually remain temporary

as they come and go in and out of my life

unlike you, because with you it's almost scary

you're essential and terrifying as a knife.

We've spent so many nights together

you picked me up when I was lost

time and time again I whether

through the storm to find you at all costs.

There are days when my card says no,

I can't afford to see you, for you to hold

me and I feel I have no place to go

I start to feel tired and wise and old.

I realise I don't need you really

because as I rid you from my system, I

start to see the truth more clearly

the hold you have over me makes me cry.

Days pass and I don't see you at all,

longer days and longer nights

and it's hard because my friends tell me you call

you're waiting for me at the bar, my mind fights

itself on every question, to give in to temptation

or to be strong and independent and real

but I am beat by that anticipation

wanting to know how it feels not to feel.

I tell myself I'll see you only one time

but as the night progresses we have seen

at least six of one another in this bar of grime

and I wonder where my head has been

all this time I spent away I missed your tender kiss

as I fall to my knees and they carry me home

but by morning again it's you I miss,

You make me feel together, you make me feel alone.