​2:30am

2:30am

Im reminded of you
When it’s 2:30am
And you’re stumbling over your own feet,
Too drunk to stand straight,

But your hands around my waist
Never change.

Love.
Lust.
Need.
Desire.

Until they do.

And suddenly I’m on my back
On the kitchen floor,
Your hands no longer,
Around my waist
No.

Your hands around my neck.

Squeezing.
Pushing.

No air.
No breath.

You were emotional.
Angry.
Upset about something
That had nothing to do with me.

And somehow
I still end up on the kitchen floor
Begging for air
With your hands around my neck