bar-lights – The Messy Middle 🖤

Bar Lights.

The bar lights make it alright.

The shame is washed away by the night.

I don’t take it personal even though you speak in slights.

I close my eyes really tight,

and it feels almost like sunlight.

–S.

I hate the ashtray taste of your mouth,

but I love your arm around me in the bar booth.

I hate the way it feels like I’m giving you my youth,

but then I forget I hate it with vermouth.

I hate the way you think I tell half-truths,

but I’ve never been that smooth.

–S.