I’m sitting here, back against the rough stones
Of the drama studio.
The bottle in my hand feels soft and cool.
Composed,
Unlike me.
You watch me, eyes wary,
Shoulders tense.
I am unpredictable,
And you know it.
I open my mouth to tell you,
Tell you - I don’t know what.
Emotion comes gushing out.
The truth,
Too awful to hear.
I close my ears.
My head on your shoulder is too heavy
You shrug it off
Shift so slightly
To the left.
I stay right.
You brush my hair
So slightly.
Sadly
Remorsefully.
I let the words slip through my teeth.
You slide the bottle from my fingers.
Take one last sip.
And leave.
