Hungover

I gulped the sweet nectar
drank deep, cup after cup
soured tongue turned
bathed in the sweet green
of your ethylene glycol words.

Resistance dissolved
in the drunk fuzz
of inebriation
I lurched a heartfelt collision
closed my eyes as I fell backwards
and you casually stepped aside
cushioned my landing
with real rocks painted like clouds.

Whose eyes were you glazing?
mine to your crucifixion
or yours to my life worn
aesthetic;
the not enough
to love.

Fuck off with your Mills & Boons
narrative
I’m not your imitation Notebook
and your kiss won’t wake me.

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