Drowning in a puddle

And all I can hear is the buzz of liquor

In my head,

And remember the touch of your legs

Brushing mine.


I'd wipe my face with the crappy poem you scrawled for me

(trying to be deep but all you ever were was shallow)

And I'd soak it in tears just to watch the ink

Bleed for me

Only for me


Your grades and wit won't help you save me now

Finding me you look and see if I'm breathing

I can make out the silhouette of your electric blonde hair

And that is my last sight



My eyelashes touch my wet cheeks

And stick

For the last time.