By Megs
Date: 13 April 2000
The Morning After
Forty ounce emotion
Hazy smoke filled memories
reek like stale cigarette
I don't project intentions
loud and garish
or covered in glitter and cheap perfume
I sip a subtle Amaretto Sour
Watch you
Take comfort in Corona
Early sins
washed away in tequila shots
Salt in my wounds
When I cry
You cry
And blame it on the eer
Pass out
I wake up with regrets
(I didn't want to sleep beside you)
Black streaks of sadness
Stains around my eyes
You wake up with a hangover
Roll over for a kiss.
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