Calamity

You're a foul drunk

But I'm an erratic one

Spring showers

Or tornado

Oppression was to be masked as something else this night

What though?

Which words can I write to illustrate the damage you create

I felt alone last night in your company

I hate that we are already here

Is this because we are both internally aged like a fine wine

Or we were both born into this sensitive era

Maybe both act as a catalyst to irritability

I thought I loved you before we drank the rest of the whiskey

I cannot love you anymore

Save your suppression

Save the next bottle