He turned our conversation into poetry for me.  
Wrote me back my words
So beautifully
I wondered if that's how he saw me
He gives me too much credit

Never trust a man who tells you he has never measured his *****

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?