Memories, Drunk, Cold, Inspiration, Gone
Her hands run through my hair,
I start to freeze.
In this moment it’s more than I can take,
more than I can do to fake;
this smile.
I open my mouth to take a breath,
I find corona rushing through me like liquid courage,
it shoots and misses and words escape me,
all the things I wanted to say are gone,
leaving me sitting like a child,
just waiting.
I can’t look you in the eyes right now,
I don’t even remember your face,
paintings that escape me too hold more value,
tacky wall paper is my savior, it holds my focus.
I get up slowly and walk over to the couch,
I sit down, and inquiries take place about me,
apparently I’m interesting.
I wipe it off, I’m uninteresting, I do nothing, I am no one.
It’s the least I could do, my mind strangulates as the grape flavored paper teases my tongue,
smoke twists and glides through the air,
it’s all just part of the seduction.
Yes I’m outside,
we’re leaving,
and I am gone.