coffeewhiskey

I wonder about myself when I could write a hundred of these in one night

un-finished
un-finish me, and I swear darling
i know I can't call you lover
so i think ill just settle for lovely
there's a litter you left behind
there a bitter moments when
I bite my lip and wish that you were mine
and cliche doesn't say it
but i think of you too often
hard as I try to bury the things we offer
all our worst lies are living livid in coffins
and i cant keep them dead in my mind
there are bottles that amount
under the heavy weight of my eyes
and sometimes oh sometimes still
as hard as I try not to
I see you as mine
and nightmares is what I call them
nightmares all the same
get in line behind the girls I couldn't keep
the lines that just repeat
like memories, you're one of the poems
I can't help but write
rethink revel in
and recite.