Wine could never break my heart.
Or my bones, most importantly .
That’s all I do lately.
Drink bottles of wine and eat cheese .
I don’t smoke anymore.
Sitting on my bathroom floor smoking cigarettes seemed to be a futile effort.
It is usually how I mourn a love.
I never knew if I should cry for you.
You nearly broke my arm and the tears felt foreign
Lately…all I do is drink.
And swing my head sideways .
Feel my braids against my face.
And think that’s how it would feel one day.
I’ll use up all your hate
You won’t know how to get up in the morning.