One Last Drink

My love for you

was the greatest.

You could’ve

branded and

insured it.

But I also know

the sad truth.

That you never

once truly

deserved it.

It’s deceiving

the way you’d dip

without

giving a valid reason.

The treason.

when you’d come around,

fool around,

and kiss me.

Just for your selfish pleasing.

Without

any flavor,

you would swallow

all sweet and sour savors.

Soon,

you’ll need a ride home.

but I’m no longer

doing you any little favors.

Each time you wanted your break

from real,

in rolls out the weekend.

Throughout the night

you’d go about.

Through the day

you wanted to sleep in.

The footprints left

on your floor,

that’s from all the

lying and the

dirty creepin’.

Your hollow desire

is what fueled the fire.

Meanwhile,

slowly,

my heart

it was sinking.

Still,

I could never

regret you.

Some parts of you

in me

have not been

depleted.

For the moment

your ink

sank in to infect me.

That’s when I knew

I had finally been

completed.

But you disappear

when you create

masterpieces.

And sadly,

your heart won’t allow me to

see them.

I gave you all my light

to fight your inner demons,

but your sins kept them strong

and I could never defeat them.

...

The time will come

-within that very moment-

you will start to

understand the pain.

Open your eyes.

Wake up!

Realize.

That our special connection

was more to you

than just a game.

See how it feels to be

for season.

‘cause I won’t be

turning around

when you’re calling my name.

As the weather gets colder,

get your devil off my shoulder.

Because I no longer

want to be your little flame.

...

I’ve got

One last drink.

I’ll get going.

Just right after

your very first song.

The one played

so gently in our living room.

When everything in your life

was going very wrong.

I had a project due that same night.

And you had me in a

black thong.

Maybe this

One last drink

will make this

separation

-the bittersweet lonely-

not feel so very long.

...

This melody’s got me thinking

so deeply of your ink,

and the moments

of where it used to be.

From right under your skin

-the scars hidden within-

to crashed up and burned all up

inside of me.

I wonder how you’re doing

now that you’re finally alone.

“Whose face is it

in the morning

that you’re excited to see?”

I hope it feels wrong.

‘Cause that’s where I belong.

As the one who gets to live out

your darkest nightmares and schemes.

...

I thought of

white sand as I

thought of you.

Erupting volcanoes

and an ocean so blue.

Hawaiian night sky

and lonely shadows of two.

I thought,

when the timing was right,

this is what we would do.

Build a sanctuary

because the feelings were true.

You saw the fire in my heart,

don’t you dare lie to me!

You know I’m what you’ve always wanted.

Your muse.

Your own Calliope.

I’ll continue to write

until the day that

you cry for me.

Scribbling as you yearn,

I will write

until my little fingers

bleed.