I don’t know what it is about
warm beads rolling down my cheek
pulls down the corners of my mouth.
How hot skin can feel just like
from a few sip’s worth
Only this buzz, my head is heavy,
my body weak, and ready to collapse
and any word fighting to make it’s way
into the light
is stuffed back down to
the darkness it came from.
So I sob quietly, trying to stop,
but tears keep slipping.
It’s not what you said,
it’s how the words were sloppily
thrown at me
that hit me hardest.
mistake after mistake,
yelling at you,
from the shoulder
as you speed by,
blind to the end of the road ahead.
So we stand quietly,
and pretend not to see
the scars that you gave us.
Then there’s the truth.
and it strikes with sharpness.
Those tiny little shards of glass
cut, ever so subtly,
pain trickles out.
*I wrote this in about 8 minutes and couldn’t see half of it because tears make things really cloudy, so here it is.*