painkiller

let out that breath
you’ve been holding
you don’t have to be strong
lean your weight
against my spine
and cry on my
shoulder
dry your salted tears
on my skin
let me be the whiskey
in your glass
the painkiller
that makes it all go away

October 4, 2015

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