He was always risky
Trembling legs my eyes grow misty
Loving him felt like being tipsy,
Only because he is just like whiskey.
He burns my throat when I utter his name
Blistering my core with a seemingly eternal flame.
My love, I don't know what he became
For loving him has been my out most shame.
He makes me sick, but I love this pain
That only he and whiskey can make me feel again, and again.
the hurt is sweet, like sugarcane,
Consuming me. From it - I will never be able to abstain.
Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 2:42 PM UTC