What I Would Give
White washed windows
on a rusted pane,
the remnants of your laugh.
I should have grown strong
day by day,
but my knees fell too weak
and you slipped through my guard.
Oh, the sweet smell of butterscotch
and whiskey
mixed into your breath
as I lay on the fresh cut grass
in the middle of June.
I gave up all I had for you
my house, my money, my body, my love, my life
take it all
and return to me as you always did
with nothing. I'll take a sip of lifelessness
as you take a sip of spirit.
I'll drink in my love for you
as you lick a drop of poison from your lips.
None of the taste on my mouth is yours,
none but the bottle
you hold closer to you than I.
We grew distant,
apart,
forever I'm the lock
you're the key
to the contradiction of us.
Oh, what I would do
to smell butterscotch and whiskey
planted upon my cheek
again and again.
What I would still give to you
to get the slouched belly
full of whiskey
at my front porch
looking out to see you whither away,
fade into my thoughts.
Only to leave me staring out the
white washed windows
on a rusted pane,
the only remnants of your laugh