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B N Bradley Feb 2018
we sat gawkily
as you drove us both
to a place of
mutual company.
0 miles ‘till empty.
you’ll have to push
us home.
B N Bradley Feb 2018
aroma of fries
sticky booths and
awkward conversations.

what makes you smile?
is it the sound of
my voice or
the way i make
fun of myself?
B N Bradley Feb 2018
i gazed past the darkness
into glossy blue eyes
and i knew
that your lips were meant
to be mine.
B N Bradley Feb 2018
you lie
as you take my hand
and tell me i’m not
broken.
B N Bradley Feb 2018
blue gatorade can’t
erase the potent taste
of cheap ***** but
it makes your lips
taste like ecstasy
transporting me to
a world where i’m
not broken, and
i’m not afraid
to love you.

i want to have
your babies.it’s true.
drunk words.
sober thoughts.
You smile or maybe cringe.

not enough love
in my world.
not enough time
with you.
but what do I know
in a liquor infused
state of mind?
B N Bradley Feb 2018
your smile
is like a
thousand shots of
whiskey
drowning my anxiety.
B N Bradley Feb 2018
we found each other
in the dark night
gravel in our hair
tangled between the
sun and the stars
never walking
through life
the same way
again.
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