february 16th

words make me cry
eyes filling up
you are reading my life
in a poem

your perfect insecurity
my broken insanity
i don't write love poems
if i did i would write one for you

reminds me of an exquisite corpse
with beauty and pain in its eyes
rock facade on walls
rock music of years passed

passing time in this very place
from the age of fourteen
gathering loud
angsty small fists

in fishnets
in plaid skirts
in docs
in thermals

drinking from a flask
pilfered spirits
liquor cabinets divine
filled with whatever won't be noticed

creme de something
cask and whatever
shots everyday
sips at fifteen minute intervals

kept my words in that flask
they got blocked locked congested
clusterfucked
a new level of way too much

hundred pound girl
tolerance for JD and Jamesons
puts dad's to shame
makes mother cry

but it's fine
that was then
this is now
words make me cry.