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Dec 2017
I wish I didn't miss you
A little bit today
And definitely tonight.

We downed our bourbon
Whispering and melting into
The coming winter
Remember how I got you
So into the Christmas season?

Or well,
I tried.

I don't think I'll dress up a tree this year.
I was supposed to help mama
But she was wicked the night before
So my brothers did
While I pretended to still be asleep.

I've got the hung over ache
That need more sleep
In my little cocoon.

And I know how it is
Once a month I crave you
Your touch, your love
You revealed you've been counting
Thinking
Moving on just like I said to.

As we both try to understand.
I wonder and think
If I can just
It might be time
To visually mark it out
Fight the addiction

My addiction to you
My once a month craving
Where I open my eyes in the morning
An hour away from home
And we are there
Gone.
OnwardFlame
Written by
OnwardFlame  Los Angeles, CA
(Los Angeles, CA)   
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   Imran Islam
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