Tonight, I Am Gone Poem by Malory Joyce

I slide my mask over my face and grab my vodka. I try to play myself cool so no one else would know. That I am a too many shots gone and too many hits blown. I fumble as I am walking towards you, the only destination I want to go. But you catch me in the middle of my fail attempt. You caress me to your dark blue mustang down the street. Smelling your black leather jacket that I am holding my high head against. You smell of Axe and weed. When you got into the car I asked you for a cigarette. There they were, marlboro reds coming out of your right pocket. The only thing I could think of was how good this cigarette felt flowing down my throat and how soft your lips would feel on mine if you kissed me. The car stops and I notice I am now home. And about ten minutes later I am on my bed with you standing by the foot of it. My thoughts ran dirty at this point and I was sure I was going to get some tonight. You came walking around towards the side of my bed and you leaned over. My next thought was here it goes. You then kissed my forehead and took my second cigarette out of my mouth. My eyes became heavy to where I couldn’t hold them up anymore. As they were slowly going down I watched you and that black leather jacket walk out of my bedroom door.