Your Whiskey's Mine Now

I’m drinking your whiskey

The whiskey I bought you

In Ireland.

I’ve been letting you peel

Layers off my skin

And leave me

Exposed

Raw

And slowly infecting

And I think I could have loved you

And I think I could have deserved better

And I think I’m going to drink

Your

Whiskey

Your Irish whiskey

And cry big wet stinging alcohol tears.

And wish I could

Disappear into a quiet room with a window

That looks out

Over a grey day

And smoke a joint out the window

And put it out in a beer bottle.

And never put on pants.

And eat crisps.

So fuck you too.