"seagrams" poems
I remember the way the ice looked on the street that night.
The dullness of poorly lit lights paired with too much Seagrams 7 made it shine just enough to mesmerize sunken eyes.
Mine.
Just enough to convince you to stay.
Just enough it convinced me to stay.
Again, In the home I couldn't seem to escape.
Didn’t want to escape.
Back inside, dodging objects to stay alive.
Different sizes, different aims.
It was not just a game.
The monster I somehow loved,
dragging me away from all that is and was real.
I thought he was real.
The same monster who didn't love me,
slipping away,
in that cold house,
on that icy street.
To be in love and to be loved are far from the same,
like you and me.
Get away,
Before the ice is really the one to blame.
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 4:24 PM UTC
I remember the way
the ice looked
on your street that night.
The dullness
of poorly lit Christmas lights
paired with too much Seagrams 7
made the ice shine just enough to see it sparkle.
Just enough to convince you to stay.
Just enough
it convinced me to stay
in the home I couldn't seem to escape
with the monster I somehow
loved.
The monster who didn't
love me
In that cold house
On that icy street.
I remember the way
the ice looked
In your eyes
When I told you goodbye
Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 12:30 PM UTC