uncomfortable

[whimperingheart]

I cradle this coffee. its warmth cooling in my palms.

I cradle this whiskey on ice until it turns bland.

I cradle your heart until it halts.

Do things ever stay everlasting despite the care?

[whimperingheart]

yeah 

i hate the drink 

the tilt 

the spin 

the vomits

how i laugh too loud 

say too much

yet too less 

and don’t remember any of it 

i like being solid 

tight fists

grip on the reins

straight edges 

but i keep taking shots

keep clinking glasses 

keep falling into the mess with them 

the mess of me 

they make me worse 

they make me better 

they make me forget i hate this 

maybe that’s why i love it

[whimperingheart]

We fed on ruin,

shared a kiss on salt and bone—

now I choke on you.