I miss you.
Your vague love me forevers
no matter the consequence
and I know
if I was there with you
tonight
I'd still be drinking
and listening to Alkaline Trio.
I miss you.
Your head cracked open
to prove a point
swimming in dirty pools
and wondering
if this is the last time.
I remember
breaking
all over you.
Over and over.
Build me back up to
get me drunk and
knock me back down.
You were always just perfect.
An anorexic Adonis,
lactose intolerant,
the only man who could match me
drink for drink no matter
the consequence...
I miss you.
I really don't give a shit what you think about this. So unless you have something constructive to say...
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Sigh...
Excellent poem, Tiff. I think we all have someone like this in our life. Of course, with mine, I ended up hating him too. It's strange to miss someone you hate.
Love the stanza about how you broke all over him. I am totally jealous of that one.
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