I was born to this world
backwards.
I hold so much love in my heart,
but seldom give it away.
I tuck it beneath my ribcage,
to keep the wolves at bay.

I wake each morning
to the promise of a coming day,
and hold my breath,
as the moon slowly fades away.

I am made of
whiskey & cigarettes,
mixed with
moonlight & moonshine.

I can light up the midnight sky,
or burn down the city lights.