Who I am who am I?

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.