we drank,

and we fought

and we cheated on each other,

and i thought i was tough,

could get away with being numb

because she cried first,

but after she left,

not even the whiskey

could keep away the pain

and no matter how much

i drank,

it just kept falling

through the cracks

of my soul

and spilled

over my body

like sweat

or blood

or tears,

it didn’t matter

what word

i used

to describe it

because

only those

who have

been there,

know what it feels like,

and by then,

all poetry

is useless.