you taste like whiskey
you smelled like cigarettes

your ways of affection gave me butterflies
and the way you made love caused shivers

i'd fall asleep within your grasp
and you'd hold my hand and play with my hair
until the sun painted a new day

but you couldn't handle much more
your love was work
and i was the job

we didn't last
and it was all my fault

(a.t)