Spiked Coffee
I watched my mother spill wine into her coffee
And swallow it down with the pieces of her broken heart
And I bit down on the straw dipping into my diet coke
Snow kisses the ground and kills all of the plants
And fuck, I don’t think we were ever in love
But it hurt so badly when it ended
I don’t know what else it could’ve been
Because high school crushes can’t kill you
But I was so sedated
My mother switched to vodka
And I was the girl that wasn’t afraid of anything
I was the girl walking in the middle of the street
And kissing boys without getting dizzy
And now I’m too terrified to breathe
Because the air around me is laced with you
And jesus christ I think I’m dying
And I’ve been drinking vodka too
I swear to god when I grow up and have a daughter
I’ll never let her anywhere near boys like you
Boys that make you fall in love with the bottoms of liquor bottles
And put you to sleep just to wake you up and break you all over again
And I’ll never let her see me spiking my coffee with alcohol
Or let her notice the teardrops staining my pillowcase
Because I thought this was love
But we were never in love
Love isn’t supposed to feel like earthquakes in your chest
Or tsunamis in your throat
But it does
Oh God, it does
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