Coiled around every kiss
Is the taste of a temporary love.
It’s a bitter pill to swallow,
But we’ve all forced ourselves
To stomach worse things than this,
In the name of desire.
Nobody enjoys a burning esophagus,
Nor the rancid taste of stomach acid
That accompanies every exhale.
A goodnight kiss has been replaced
With a shot of sour breath
Breaking across the face of a stranger.
Going to bed alone would be the smart thing to do,
But you’re two bottles deep,
And it’s cold here in December, Ohio,
So you drag a warm body up and under the cover of your sheets,
Because under those covers
You can almost convince yourself
That warmth is coming from a place of genuine care.
But that lie falls down, down, down,
Into the cavern that used to be your sense of empathy,
And it keeps falling until the air is filled
With the echo of shattered porcelain,
And you begin to realize how empty you’ve become
In your search for another love.
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