Darling, I smell like you

Darling, I smell like alcohol and taste like the misery huddled beneath your tongue.

I wonder if you're okay and you pass me a shot knowing our laughs will smother our worries, and it will unravel another night of us swaying with the ashes of our cigars.


Darling, I taste like you

I taste like the absinthial hit of cannabis under a lit moonlight, with somber pants on and revengeful hands waiting to touch me.

Darling, I sound like you


I sound like if wrath was mortal and it went through heartbreak, the weeps of my soul caressing the empty streets where your home once laid.

Darling, I look like you

A vivid smile, a verbose tongue, nomadic arms, **** like eyes, and a jaded way of walking but all so beautiful that;


How come the smell of alcohol, the taste of cannabis and the sound of wrath all distracted from the fact that the next time we'd meet you'd be laying six feet beneath me.

where is my last shot of alcohol darling?