Sip

Sip

I was never thirsty to begin with

I just needed my heart quenched

And my mind soaked;

And a bottle of wine just happened to be

Conveniently placed

On the shelf at the wine store.

My heart isn’t broken,

But if it was, I wouldn’t tell you.

I just like the taste—

It’s a sweetness I can control—

And it’ll come back to me once my glass is empty,

Instead of leaving me waiting for days.

I’m not alcoholic

But if I were, I wouldn’t tell you

Because my love of Pinot isn’t painful,

Red wine just looks better with a broken heart.

I’m not slipping– my hands are wrapped tightly around reality and

It’s grubby hand is in mine.

But if I was slipping, I wouldn’t tell you.