I  got drunk off my tears 

I let the salt trickle  down my throat

and burn the callused wounds in my heart

it burned like gasoline but the feeling left me peaceful better than alcohol.

I doused the bottle down my throat and  swallowed my pain.

I went to the cupboard and grabbed a cup

and twisted out my handkerchief and let the tears hit the bottle 

I let them fall

too fast and they shatter

Now I am mess and drunk 

and spilling over with guilt

this was just accident 

I didn't mean for it happen

I just was drinking to get out of my head

I love how my mouth is left dry aching with pain

But the salt tastes so good

so why stop?

They say: "salt heals all wounds"

I am just trying to cover the wound in my heart.

I wish the tingles I am feeling

Could be your fingertips across my skin

I wish this love song

Could be your voice whispering

Sweet nothings

I suppose I’m getting tired

Of being lonely

And I always find myself wishing

That somewhere on the street

I will see your face and know

That everything will be okay

But you’re far, far away

And I don’t have the patience

To sit and wait

So instead I find myself listening to love songs,

Writing poems about you,

Though I know you do not deserve it,

You do not deserve my words, my thoughts,

My heart

But here I am,

And here is yet another poem about you,

My unfortunate muse

She sits atop her fence,

Dangling words in the breeze

While I wait across the street,

Hanging behind the tree.

Fingers can’t find their way over

Syllables

Just like her smile remains

A flash of sun

But never lightning striking earth.

Not this flesh

Not these bones,

Not the spinning dance

As she pirouettes between land and sky.

My only touch,

The closeness of a whisper

As she leans in to confide

I taste the fire in her lungs

Burning through my skin

An unsigned treaty

Between sovereign nations

Of who we are

And what I long to do.