Memories of alcohol
Vodka burns my throat
but your name scorched my mind
So yes I rather blackout with a hangover
Then stare blankly at my hands trying to forget what it felt like to touch you
And nothing makes me happier than you
And nothing makes me sadder than you
Drinking for happiness
To wallow in sadness
For joy to find myself drowning in misery
For strength and feel weak
For stability to find an earthquake beneath my feet
For courage to then fall from the sky pleading for it to end
To feel heavenly
And find myself in hell
To forget
You
Your face, voice,name
To only for get my own
At 2 am taking 17 shots of vodka because it's hard to sleep playing tug or war with my mind and heart
So i get drunk
Not for the hell out of it
But
To num the hell out of it
And once an on the verge of recovery
You look at me
Cross my mind
Do something
Sober or drunk your on my mind
And it starts all over
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