he did

it again with fists that left tracks against your cheek

held you with my words and hollow apologies

went home and felt the liquor against my throat

built myself up to how i was going to end it for him

i am your friend, it’s my duty isn’t it

but the dust of a coward coated my ears

another drink and we both can ignore

the makeshift characters we are so fond of being

we’re just Human

jurri j.