when the war in my head rages,
i find peace in a bottle of rum
Malibu mixed it with pineapple juice,
as white as her red dress would’ve been
one brugal añejo
as tan as the sand under our dancing feet would’ve been
one shot of cheap liquor
as sparkling as her eyes when our sweet love was new
seven little drops of amarula
as red as her lips would’ve been after intense kisses
a triple shot of silver tequila
as clear as my intentions & affections
which she dragged in the mud
i throw an umbrella in it,
put on my sunshades
& take one more sip
because i need remember a little less
of how deep it hurts
& drink, drink, drink
until i forget she said no with a smirk
