Bargirl

So this girl hit on me in the bar
And I could not let her down without
Spitting in her eyes
As she was drowning in her Bloody Marys.
And girls we need to know
That when the pressure drops we will be
Burned alive.
Like scorned wolves howling at
Waning moons.
Screaming from the bottom
Of our fractured hearts
Beating too hard to hold us above
The waterline
That cripples us.
And not even our own can
Save us.
And there was nothing I could do
To save from her from her eyes.
They turned red with fury
So she turned them toward
All the men in the bar
Stepping into the void of love.