Eyes Open Yet Again

Eyes open,
Yet a vision lingers.
Like the taste of your lips after you swig some whiskey from a
Red solo cup.

It's blurry,
Like your judgment once the poison enters your
Bloodstream.

It's beautiful.
Like the way that you dance,
When you've had too much.

I see a trainwreck.
So wretchedly gorgeous, and inviting.
I refuse to blink for fear of missing the
Best part.

I wait.
Like I do for you to come home,
On a cold winter night.

Eyes open.
Yet a vision lingers.
Like the taste of your lips when you kiss me goodbye,
Yet again.