Shit Whiskey

We have late night reservations
For shit whiskey and fake conversation
And I don't quite remember what was said
But I remember some of my poetry being read
Before I slurred some words I didn't mean
Your feelings seemed hidden behind a screen
But I hear the tremble in your voice, and I see the tears
While the gears in my head start to turn and I fear
That our desired can't be reciprocated
Because I feel monogamy is antiquated
And you have no more trust left in you,
A bloody mess from being backstabbed, but we choose
To lose ourselves in each others embrace
And make a mad dash in a race
Where there are no winner
Only two sinners grabbing diner
Before eating out at home
Yet my heart laments at being alone
Although we're anything but, butt naked
Together worshiping each other like we're sacred
And all night we're running a marathon towards a dead end
I'm not sure what signals I send
But I know I don;t want you to see me, I don't want to share
Because when it comes down to it, I just don't care.

-Jack Lungu