Bluster

It finally snowed.
I hate in between
just be one or the other.
But that only applies to the weather.

Keeping the door closed and the heat in.

Pictures of the past, outweigh the desire to make a future.

Hiding out.
Heating up.
Hitting the bottle.

Its cold outside.
The patio is closed

and
you don't look at me like you used to.

I broke the glass.

I am a drunk.
I will never look you in the eyes
until they blurr together.
I can't kiss
until I fall over

and you catch me with your lips.

but
I cannot shake the feeling
that I am
and always will be
second best.

Remebering

I want to hate you.
I don't want to remember your blue green auburn hangover eyes
or how my head fits perfectly into the dip in your chest.

the money you borrowed
the drugs you bought
the classes I skipped
the nights I carried you home.

The weight of you kept my feet on the ground.

This.