I think next time I open

my mouth up everything

will spill out

((like that night

i drank   t  o  o   much vodka))

I think that all the

love in my heart will

pass through the filters

seep onto the carpet

dripping wet

lips.

All the passing days

will still pass

((.your days and my

days are not the same days.))

to say the least

i miss you clutching, holding, grasping

me and your face scratching my neck.