It’ll Pass

Photo by arvin latifi

I sip them like wine,

But I don’t know the limit.

I trap love in a rhyme,

Then go and kill it.

Honey, I’m a menace,

Just be careful.

Leave me on a terrace,

Scarred and tearful.

I breathe them like fumes,

But my lungs are grey.

All I do is lose,

I’m an empty tray.

Honey, I’m a whirlwind,

Sharp and unstable.

I showed you how to sin,

Then turned the tables.

-Jackie