i love you like a bottle
so glass and clear
hard and heavy
in dark bars and bedrooms
leading to stalled
emotional vomit on this white dress
we danced drunk in your kitchen once
listened to bright eyes in the dark
and you cried
cause you didn’t want me to leave if we broke
but you throw out those bottles
we got separate bins for recyclables, too,
but we know i don’t sort, that baby-bathwater combo seems like a done deal.
i burn down houses with whiskey
even though i know glass don’t burn.
i love you like scotch,
neat and strict,
so biting, and we all know it’s not good for you,
i keep drinking the despondence,
the cadence of my gulps brings your exasperation,
i’m hung over too, love.
you’re a martini, the dirtier the better
so your hands taste like other people’s salt, tell me dearest
did you know alcohol can keep you up at night?
i’ve got shot glasses i look through,
fired a round of those promises i want you to make
cause when you’re drunk once you told me it was forever
to stop a fight.
that was towards the end.
we got a love like liquor
cause we’re quicker
than most to hit the rocks, right?
that’s why this flows so smooth in your glass?