i am
drunk texts and
broken bones
and shattered glasses
and red and blue lights
with sirens blaring
and cracked ceilings
with raindrops falling into
buckets on the floor
and car crashes
and raging wildfires
burning down the only
thing that ever loved it
and black lungs
breathing in
air that reeks of whiskey
and lost causes and
lyrics written with
all the hatred of a
collapsing soul
i am
a gun pointed straight
at your heart
with a smile still etched
on your face
and you will never
know why i am these
things, but you should know
this: things that are bad
always taste nice.