I was supposed to meet you there.
Somewhere between Museum Mile
and my dreams. It happened so fast,
you broke my heart in the middle
of my breakdown. I fell apart
in front of strangers, the three graces
glared at me. I almost started
smoking again when you left me
bare-skinned on my kneees.
Relate to Mozart. Bake muffins.
Loosen up your buttons
and wake me up.
Otherwise I’m head first in
Jack and Bulleit again
on my knees
only this time
near the hounds
around the corner
from the Whitestone Bridge
pronouncing myself
a true artiste
striped down drunk
in Hades’ grip.
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FKing brilliant! Gahh you’re amazing
I loved it and I love to lose myself in your words Chrissy