Ill Drink Her Again in the Morning

She's my

Bourbon hiccup,

Like peace

And the cost of it.

Like getting

In trouble as a kid,

Knowing you'd take

A beating

And decided

It was worth it.

Alone with

Tear filled eyes

Rubbing a wound,

But all you think about

Is telling the story

To those that matter.

Some things

Are worth it.

I guess that's

Why is write.