the lovedrunk cowgirl

real love stories by a girl with half a heart and 99 lives

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  • “2 am”

    by

    I never meant to fall in love 

    with someone as fleeting as me-

    someone with bags by their side

    and lips that taste like uncertainty.

    I’ve been through hell and back with thoughts of you.

    It’s two a.m.

    how beautiful it is to be this broken

    over someone who pieces me back together.

  • “a gallery painted yellow”

    by

    I still visit the museum 

    she abandoned in my hallway-

    where the smell of vanilla lingers

    and the last picture I took of her

    hangs crooked on the wall.

    her hips could have defined a century

    and I could have been a historian…

    archiving each of her goosebumps 

    beneath cold fingertips

  • “west texas”

    by

    you mopped up my blood

    with the clothes I left.

    one cold winter and my dignity

    spread over your kitchen floor.

    I’m half naked in the drivers seat-

    my knuckles are white

    from gripping the door.

    I wonder if this is the last time

    I’ll have to leave you

    running drunk in the rear view.

    one last deep breath and I put the car in drive.

    blood loss never made me feel so alive.

  • “she said she was almost famous”

    by

    I tiptoe back to the bedroom

    where karma placed her first bet

    twenty one stories 

    above streetlights and blurry heads

    I rest to a roll joint and 

    spill honey on her hips

    in return she pours wine and 

    burns sugar on my lips

  • “a former catholic on heartbreak”

    by

    I’m twenty six and starting my life over

    but most days I still feel like a kid

    knelt up against an unmade bed

    asking the floorboards where salvation is

  • “thirteen”

    by

    there is more ash on the ground

    than I’m used to 

    and my sheets are still stained.

    your favorite singer echoes

    through distorted speakers

    and I’ve been chain smoking

    as if weed could turn to novocaine.

    my lungs hurt

    the way your stomach hurts.

    two truths- no lies

    I think I love you

    but I’m not supposed to.

  • “i still wonder if you meant what you said”

    by

    I’ll settle for a shower 

    and your tan skin in Barcelona.

    you’ll lick my wounds 

    over a bloody sink.

    we’ll laugh in whispers

    as if joy could be sin.

    and when the night wraps us 

    in promises we can’t keep

    I’ll pour myself one last gin

  • “gut punch”

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    sundays are my day to grieve the living

    on mondays I will do my best to wait-

    days will pass and the years will follow

    you’ll move away and your heart will follow

    and I’ll be twenty six forever-

    laughing over white lines

    to forget the way my jaw breaks

    when I recall the way your smile tastes

  • “late august”

    by

    I’m a little drunk in Arizona

    and i’m thinking that maybe 

    I should kiss you.

    you’re three drinks ahead of me

    and the way you’re laughing

    sounds like reckoning.

    my lipstick burns a hole through your neck.

    I play it off (I know, we’re just friends).

    four familiar summers

    and the names of your future daughters-

    I’m thinking I should ruin it

    as your champagne sizzles on my dress.

    there’s nothing more romantic than the end.

  • “93 mph”

    by

    on a lonesome traffic corridor

    between texas and new mexico 

    she climbs halfway out the passenger window

    fingers stretched 

    reaching for the moon

    I’m clinging to the wheel with both hands

    shoulders high 

    jaw tight

    she’s so beautiful as she hugs the night sky

    and I’m laughing with tears in my eyes

    it’s almost midnight

    I’m hers 

    she was almost mine