She told me she'd love me <br />Tonight at least but. maybe forever. <br /> <br />She said it with that Jack Daniels lazy slur on her tongue <br />So I don't think she'll mean <br /> <br />it once she's sober <br />She sleeps <br />with one freckled gangly <br />arm draped <br />across my chest <br />Passing out after whispering <br /> <br />her drunk pillow talk <br />I don't know if she's the one or not <br />maybe just someone to keep me warm for a few days <br />She has a reputation so maybe I'm just the next on her list <br /> <br />When I run my fingers on her back I can feel scars and cigarette <br />burns <br />She jerks all over throughout the night and <br />Mutters about things i don't think I'll ever ask about <br />Horror. <br />Sheer horror.<br /><br />Smack Thompson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/claire-8/
