Twist

***Before you start reading, I must say... This poem deals with a bunch of different things, situations and very bad experiences. It's rolled into one, appearing to be about a person but instead it's not at all. It's really about being someone's plaything but only for a moment. (I just had to write that for some reason)***

I'm beginning to feel
As though
you can't see me
Unless there is liquor in your glass
Or an herb in your lungs
I don't exist
Your touch doesn't come without
An intoxicated fume
Our eyes don't meet without it

Slowly but surely
I'm becoming the void of existence
In your eyes
I'm your definition
Less of something
More of something else
I'm disowned
Right up until
You fill that cup
That burn right before the buzz

That's when you remember me
When sobriety is but a dream
Days lengthen with help from spirits
And I become apart of your vision
I've been your plaything
Your 3hr swing
Dirty dancing in the night
Kissing in bathrooms
Being belittled in your backseat

You remember me
As soon as your eyes become inflamed
Your breath's aroma smells of liquor and mint
I become not only someone you desire
But someone you can dangle "I love you" around
Until you reach your climax, that is
Following that, I resume my place
Invisible to you
Or an absolute annoyance

It all depends on which zodiac
Is up for discussion
When it comes to how I'm envisioned
Once soberness returns
I'm nothing but a blurred vision
Almost nonexistent

I wonder how many times
I've encountered
Your same kind
In different clothes
With different skin
But dancing to the same tune
Dangling those words with no promise of truth