Seventh Times the Charm

Seventh Times the Charm

A Poem by tisnessa

The first time he kissed me I tasted of scotch. I tasted like scotch a lot. But he never minded because he liked scotch. 

The first time I said, "I love you," was with slurring words pushed through the breathy scent of whisky.  I didn't even remember it in the morning, but he knew I meant each syllable. He always said, "drunken words are sober thoughts." 

The second and third time I smelled of whisky, too. Or was it scotch- could've been brandy, I can't quite remember.

It was same for the fourth. 

And the fifth. 

And the sixth. 

But by the seventh, I only smelled of shampoo and he said I tasted like brown sugar. 

And he didn't mind because he liked brown sugar, too. 

© 2013 tisnessa

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Added on September 30, 2013
Last Updated on September 30, 2013
Tags: alcohol, love, i love you, whisky



Toronto, Canada

I'm a girl who likes to write and somehow found herself lost on the internet. Most of my writings are 'one shots', like one chapter of a larger story. A little like short stories but not. more..

She. She.

A Story by tisnessa