Whiskey Sour

Your arm in mine

Was a little too inviting

Right up until the time

You pulled my heart out

Through my throat.

Drink it, I said

Like the dumb girl I am.

Eight hours of talk

But then the silence set in

You leaned a little too close

And nobody knows

Exactly what happened next.

I woke in the morning

With a mismatched memory

And a bit of confusion

About what you think of me.

Your hands in my hair

And your lips on mine

These things I remember.

But what I forget

Is how we got there and

What you thought when you left.

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[JoshiDx]

Glad to see more writing. Although now I want a drink. Wonder why...