Head twisted in an
upside down grin
below chin
crumbled under my skin
nails in palms
of apricot talks
now
impossible looking
HIM
the face of bitter
went wrong
two silent keepers
dying
am I
US?
the reckless
young ones
kissed by gin late nights
broke my chest
string scapes deep
in a promise
never kept
forgiving
wet puddles
in my eyes?
not how
meant
be
you made
me
like
sipping
noting
my wine
stale.
