Sunset Sinks Into The  Crying Ocean

a globe of fire flickering out  
last rays are bright but offer  
no warmth  

drinks glide down my throat  
in an abundance of ice  
the cold comfort of fermented  
sanity  
a light buzz as the sun cuts through  
the glint of waves  
rocks crunch beneath my toes  
 
I sit beside the esky  
reflecting  
a choppy sea of things I should have said  
regrets tight around my throat  
a noose  
 
a slow burn  
that has seen the world turn  
a new way to measure things that are gone  
I should have followed you  
kicked down your door  
 
held you  
your fist hammering into my chest  
let you wallow in your own self sacrifice  
the feeling of thuds against my skin  
an attempt at atonement  
 
but what would I know  
I'm a simple creature that likes  
easy metaphors and soft thighs  
nothing hard  
like conversation  
or self reflection that isn't broken  
by an undulating surface  
mirrors are too harsh for me  
it's cruel
shows too much  

so I drink  
I smoke  
wait for the whisper of your voice  
to cut into my flesh  
as if it's wind blown sand