under the open heating vent,
pale sliver of moon winking
down at me where i lay,
tangled in blankets that i
wish were your arms,
i ache
deep and deeper in
to my cups,
i find the courage to
unknot my tongue and
say what i want to say
i ache for you,
and there’s a certain poetry
in that, wouldn’t you say?
but you deserve more
than a confession
where whiskey warms
away the trepidation
and still, i find that
i don’t want to live
the rest of my life
regretting not having fallen
at least a little bit
in love with you
because i do, ya know
i choose to love you
on purpose, fate be damned,
i love you on purpose
i do
i do
i do