I know you're here.
The guilt and liquor is melting off of you,
as our tongues begin to heal present wounds.
You never feel different.
It's not in your nature to be warm,
and it's not in mine to let you know.
I see you now.
You weren't alive then,
but this wasted love satisfied your thirst.
You're leaving again.
We're temporary people drowning in stranger's arms,
our lips and hearts will always go when the light turns green.
I feel you now,
Leading a double life where neither one satisfies you,
until you drag me along for the midnight stroll.
About the Creator
Sharlene Alba
Full of raw and unfiltered fluid poems, short stories and prompts on love, sex, relationships and life. I also review haircare, skincare and other beauty products. Instagram: grungefirepoetry MissBeautyBargain Facebook: grungefirepoetry
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