you were a partier
so of course you knew
how to chase down
all of your derogatory comments with playful smiles
and kisses that left my lips numb and tingling for yours again.
i would brush off all of the nights I spent pacing the creaky floorboards
worrying about you while I tried to keep my head about the waves of loneliness
that came seeping in from the fissures in the walls.
i brushed them off because when you finally came crashing through the door
mere minutes before the birds greeted the morning sun
you looked at me like
like I was the thing you spent all night searching for in the bottom of those bottles. you touched me like that too.
turns out the only thing you found at the bottom was the seed of anger you let grow out of the pit in your stomach until I had no choice but to cut off the only part of me I thought was good.
