Between the sorries and headaches
I bet you don't remember
it always happened to me.
You were never the first.
Alcohol filled the lungs of every lonely
Saturday night, killing every late
hour waiting for a minute of relief.
I never thought you'd turn
into a monster I knew so well.
You keep bringing me in with
every half smile, intoxicating
me beyond sobriety.
Drunk off every word that
slipped between your zippered lips.
I'll be gone with the last
turn of your shoulder.
Stumbling back to the way we
started is never going surface.
Take comfort between your sheets.
You'll wake up and forget
all of this even existed.
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