Point the barrel at me.
Let me see my future
unfold right before my eyes
as you pull the trigger.

i look at you and think to myself, “how could someone be so hesitant to love You?”
the sun had already sunk so low by the time your body hit the couch.
your eyes closed and head tilted back, as the seconds pass by.
i can tell your breathing became less automatic after you let the alcohol burn your throat.
i can tell that it seemed to taste much more different to you.
this time, your tastebuds dancing to every sip you take.
from that bottle of blue raspberry flavored wine.
and maybe it’s because cupid missed your heart and hit you in the throat.
so hard that even your hangover hurt almost as bad as your heart rupturing.
i see the lamp next to you shining like the city of Vegas, especially during your loneliest times.
and i think about how you’re so fragile and devastated after she left you.
you sit there all night as your body is trying not to give out.
you collapse over and over again after each sip,
yet you still close your eyes as if the world around you isn’t falling apart.
i hope that one day you find someone who isn’t the missing pages
but the entire story
just as you are.

wine, in perfect measure,
is a bridge from tortured mind
to blank page.
Too little and the words
get stuck in my fingers.
Flowing too freely,
and I am heavy,
lost to the power of thought.
wine, my translator divine,
I am set free
to speak my truth and fall back,
satisfied.

Can I offer you a drink
What'll it cost me
How bout a thought to think
What if it's lost on me

What do you want to do tonight?
I see myself in a bathrobe
With a tall glass of wine
And whiskey til the daylight

We decided to build a house
Made from glass dreams and ceilings of too high expectations
Laughter and secrets coated the walls
And dance parties lasted all night long.

But a storm came
With insecure winds and alcoholic rain,
And shattered the glass house.

I desperately collected the broken pieces
Slicing my hands and cutting my heart
Making my skin burn as I tried to mend the broken parts.

Worn out bandages and glue well past the expiration date
Were never going to fix this pile of glass
Though I never stopped trying
Til I noticed you had rocks in your hand
With no intention of ever putting them down.

So I let go of the glass
That forever marked my skin
And I walked away from the mess you made
Remembering to never
Build a house made of glass
Ever again.

innkeeper drum
frost scuttle plea
zebra cottage fly

Walk away, for I stopped caring
Just go, don't look at the mirror
Go with the man with a golden ring
I'll be happy alone with the bottles

*****, wine and whiskey
Drunk, wasted and tipsy
The moon is waiting for me there
With the green fairy in her lair

If my organs can't take it
I can change it
Took me a thousand dollars just for her skin
But my alcohol only wants Benjamin Franklin