Co-Parenting | A Poem

Hey guys!

This week I’m going to be posting an old poem of mine, with some edits of course.

Let me know what you think! Should I get back into writing poetry more often?

Co-Parenting

His phone starts losing service.

I start losing interest.

My card clears for the cheapest wine the store sells.

The bottom half of the bottle is full, so are my eyes-I never let my wine spill.

My eyes pour, I never want to let another woman hate him the same way.

I can make him leave but in the morning she’ll want to know where her father is.

I’ve spent my entire life addicted to pain, I’ve known him for merely a quarter.

We created a lifetime.

I’m definitely not in love.

He likes me better when I drink.

He doesn’t realize I’m trying to bury him.

I won’t let anyone else drink his poison.

I tell him I will see him tomorrow.

I only ever see tomorrow for her.

I wonder when anything will ever be for me.

I wake up next to him confused.

xoxo,

:jrs