Daniel Fitzgerald

042

Daniel Fitzgerald

042

What a waste we’d be
If we drank what we felt
I decided — through elimination
Over choice —
That if I showed you this
And that would make you leave
Or tell the truth for once —
Giving you my all doesn’t
Make as much sense as I’d prefer
How much is enough
Will you love me this way
One more drink
Held in your eyes
You taste like I feel — bitter