I wish I was your little
whiskey girl and you
were pouring yourself
into my bottle to come
drink me up.
But you drained me
dryer than the Savannah.
Now men build boats
inside me, and I haven't
a corkscrew to get out.
I wish I was your little
Rum doll and you were
dizzy over me, slurring
I love you's and burning
with me in your throat.
But you don't drink
expensive liquor anymore
not since you spent your money
on losing lottery tickets
and vinyl.
I'm top shelf
but that is only because
you put me there
to forget about me.
And now you drown
yourself in wells,
blacking out
the parts of you
that loved me.