Drinking to Forget

we finished off the wine,
smoked another joint,
then I went for the whiskey.
she took some pills from her purse
popped them in,
asked for water afterwards.
I fell on the way to the kitchen.
She asked if I could fuck her;
"Another time, perhaps" i told her,
"there's still some booze,
besides, you look too sad to fuck."
When the sun came up,
the blood was everywhere.
she said it was her period;
i knew it was her love.
The morning light crushed her;
suffocated her until she was blue.
She said she wanted a whole weekend
in bed with me.
I told her there wasn't enough to drink
and she still looked too sad to fuck.
She left in the rain.
i watched from the window
as the rivulets came down,
hoping someone would take care of her.