Liquor Bottle

I watched you as your finger tips circled the base of the liquor bottle.

Our drunken tongues argued ourselves sober, standing in a naked parking lot

with only a shimmering street light hovering over us. 

As irony made the air so thin and tragedy made breathing so bitter, we came

to the ironic and tragic conclusion that being in love, is not a good reason for 

two people to stay together.

Our words no longer combined, your mouth no longer synced in with the rhythm of mine,

you became distant.

As I watched you take another sip of your half empty whiskey bottle, I notice your hands trembling,

I take a look into your lifeless eyes as I begin to come to the oddly realization, that our love was only 

temporary, that I was only there because you were too much of a coward to admit you were falling out 

of love. 

But, you held me. Throughout this all, you were the one keeping my head above water as I felt the anchor 

suck me deeper into the oceans mouth, you were my warm breeze on a benumbing cold day.

Tragically enough, you loved the taste of the liquor kissing your lips, more than you desired the taste of my love.

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[Vivianfleifel]

Wow. Brilliant...keep writing :)