Pour that Whiskey Girl...
Pour it down on me...
Down over the gaping hole in my chest.
Let me feel the burn. Feel the rage of fire run through me.
That burning desire to both hate and love you.
The rush of emotions I dare not feel again.
Not now.
Not yet.
That fire was extinguished.
Maybe it'll come back.
not as a full flame
but as a spark that never goes out.
Hopefully one day...
You'll fuel that spark.
Help it become a fire again...
Until then it will stay here.
Locked in a jar
with holes in the lid.
Waiting for you to open it.