Last summer I
drank my heart away
and my insides became soggy.
Sitting against alcohol my
throat became dry
on days I should have been sober.
My hands gripping new cups felt like
I've won a new prize
and with a menacing smile I
poisoned my lungs a bit more
made them soak up the bitterness a bit longer.
Last summer you
were on my mind for as many days
as I could remember
and only once a week the suffocating
idea of you took breaths
and left an empty space in my head.
I realized I loved you
and when I became sober again I
wanted to tell you in hopes that
you'd run back to me
truth becomes outspoken when the mind
is intoxicated with burns of liquid stead
and I didn't to reveal too much of what
my insides can barely grasp
so I kept to myself
and my demons swam in the bliss of
sugary waters drownng these
butterflies that had sank at the pit of
no longer feeling a damn thing.
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