The smell of stale alcohol
and a slight pressure
upon my shoulder blades
greeted me
with cold air
and the winter sun
I thought that perhaps
my dreams had been reality
and that you were lying next to me
like so many times before
I opened my eyes
to find mascara-stained pillowcases
and blankets twisted
into a maze of confusion
and bitter disappointment
Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 12:18 PM UTC
The smell of stale alcohol
and a slight pressure
upon my shoulder blades
greeted me
with cold air
and the winter sun
I thought that perhaps
my dreams had been reality
and that you were lying next to me
like so many times before
I opened my eyes
to find mascara-stained pillowcases
and blankets twisted
into a maze of confusion
and bitter disappointment
