I play with words
like you play with hearts.
I’m not ashamed to wake up
with this sin, that’s a start.
Like you, I manage with alcohol,
but I seep to the pen.
You combine yours with bad choices,
to the bed again.
We both toy with these extra limbs,
though I’d rather be stuck with mine.
Yours will out grow you,
or leave in due time.
Come the next morning,
I’ll edit and coffee.
You’ll stay under cover, hiding,
this is how your life has turned out to be.
I play with words,
you play with hearts.