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It was the alcohol

Blurry gaze

As you wiped my tears with your firm palm

Assured me that you'll be there

"We'll be there"

However, you've never been interested in my story

All I've ever done is vomited them

When I'm not certain of how much I had to drink

You have listened or you have nodded your head

As my eyes were open and you didn't want to seem uninterested  

Probably my words were just words for you 

Not the truth 

As it was too much to take

In blurry minutes, 

My mouth slipped with words of your admiration

My cold hand chased your hand in vain to hold 

Your lips that exhaled kind words of assurances but never moved to kiss mine

Your kiss would have calmed me sooner than your words, I don't hear

But how can I expect that from you?

When you don't believe how I feel

When my lips can only spill when my right hand has a drink

When I pretend last night was a dream 

When I will lie for the sake of what we have become

I know you will never ask 

If you ever did,

"It was the alcohol"

 

 

◄ House of Love

CRY ►

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