There was whiskey in his breath,
and a cigarette on his lips,
as he looked at her
with bloodshot eyes.
And it was in that moment
when he said to himself,
that no matter
how many shots
he's had or will have,
his drunkenness will always
point her as the source ----
for he was drunk off her
intoxicated eyes,
flushed cheeks
and wanton smile.
YOU ARE READING
I THINK I LOVE YOU
PoetryCrushing on someone? Falling in love? Butterflies on your stomach? Sticking out through the hard times? Forgiving mistakes? Waiting for love? Looking for your soulmate? These are all about love.
