The Sorrowful Night Poem by Tanner Herndon

I left the door to my heart cracked open,
I lured you in with curiosity,
But what you saw, shocked you to the core,
You must have cried lava, when you saw what was in this heart,
Coffee ring-worms on every corpse of furniture,
An Orgy, of,
Cigarette Gluteus maximus, lay sprawled in a phalanx,
Whiskey bottles that know what happened, because I back washed the truth,
Lay unconscious on the floor, puking the last remains of their anatomy on the ground,
Now my floor is fumbling and making waves,
I can't tell if I'm drunk,
Or my house is,
Whichever it really is, one thing remains true:
We're all inviting the ocean to visit our lips,
When the hurt runs down your face,
The salt seasons our tongues, and our brains fire up a grill,
And we're cooking regret,
Because we're starving with redemption.