Aug 2017
It had been a rough couple months.
You lost your money and your car, your lungs found it tough to breathe through the smoke you pumped into them.
So you made love in the club with the stud you found at the bar.
You were just making the pain go away, but only temporarily. Because you knew he wouldn't call you. You knew the smell of whiskey in his hair would wash out of yours in the shower, but hours later you could still taste pieces of him between your teeth.
It wasn't love. He never left you his name, he just left.
Left you in the washroom standing in a pile of your clothes on the floor that smelled of alcohol and regret. You went home, kicked off your heels (he wasn't your first one night stand). Somehow, days later you still felt nauseous in the morning.
You started gaining weight, your head was pounding like a jack hammer.
It had been a rough couple of months and you felt so alone.
But now, I'm here with you, loving you without ever seeing your face.
You made love in the club with the stud who left you with nothing but this feeling in your gut that my life was a mistake, as you hold the little stick in your hand. Two little lines.
Your lungs are turning darker with every year you grow older.
The only lessons you learned on love were to leave mommy alone with her bottle and stop asking where daddy went.
Your job at the restaurant down the street is hardly enough to get by.
And now... two little lines. Sitting like a pause button on your life.
Maybe I'm the roadblock that keeps you from your fourth pack of the day.
Maybe I'm too time consuming,
Maybe I'm a burden.
But maybe we have an adventure in front of us,
Maybe I'm the answer to your loneliness,
Maybe I'm your motivation to get back on your feet.
I could change the world
I could save lives
But I won't get the chance
If you leave me to die.
Whatever I am, or could be, please keep me.
Because these two little lines love you more than any whiskey stained stud ever could.
It's been a rough couple months.
But Mommy
Give me a chance to live.
Give me a chance
To love you.
- p. winter
You lost your money and your car, your lungs found it tough to breathe through the smoke you pumped into them.
So you made love in the club with the stud you found at the bar.
You were just making the pain go away, but only temporarily. Because you knew he wouldn't call you. You knew the smell of whiskey in his hair would wash out of yours in the shower, but hours later you could still taste pieces of him between your teeth.
It wasn't love. He never left you his name, he just left.
Left you in the washroom standing in a pile of your clothes on the floor that smelled of alcohol and regret. You went home, kicked off your heels (he wasn't your first one night stand). Somehow, days later you still felt nauseous in the morning.
You started gaining weight, your head was pounding like a jack hammer.
It had been a rough couple of months and you felt so alone.
But now, I'm here with you, loving you without ever seeing your face.
You made love in the club with the stud who left you with nothing but this feeling in your gut that my life was a mistake, as you hold the little stick in your hand. Two little lines.
Your lungs are turning darker with every year you grow older.
The only lessons you learned on love were to leave mommy alone with her bottle and stop asking where daddy went.
Your job at the restaurant down the street is hardly enough to get by.
And now... two little lines. Sitting like a pause button on your life.
Maybe I'm the roadblock that keeps you from your fourth pack of the day.
Maybe I'm too time consuming,
Maybe I'm a burden.
But maybe we have an adventure in front of us,
Maybe I'm the answer to your loneliness,
Maybe I'm your motivation to get back on your feet.
I could change the world
I could save lives
But I won't get the chance
If you leave me to die.
Whatever I am, or could be, please keep me.
Because these two little lines love you more than any whiskey stained stud ever could.
It's been a rough couple months.
But Mommy
Give me a chance to live.
Give me a chance
To love you.
- p. winter
