Just a drink, in the beginning.

Thu, 01/26/2017 - 22:58 -- Megj246

One drink was all; in the beginning. Free, from a man across the bar.

One kiss was all; in the beginning. Turning into an awkward morning at his place.

One headache was all; in the beginning. Eventually puking every morning.

A few pounds was all; in the beginning. I’m late, this month and last.

One plus sign was all in the beginning. Now a bottle; a small one, light blue.

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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