I counted the sips the first time.
The moon was visible, but there were no stars.
The people were loud, and the air was humid from the mass of bodies
I would wait a little to see if anything happened.
The logical side of me wanted to see how many sips it would take for me to get drunk
I hit ten.
Nothing.
I got impatient, and took a gulp.
I didn't even realize I was drunk, but suddenly I was happy.
It didn't make you go away like I'd hoped.
You still plagued my thoughts and gnawed my insides
But it didn't hurt as much

I saw you two days ago
It didn't hurt then
Well it did, and I shook
But I don't know
It's the New Years
I didn't count the sips
I forced down each gulp even though it was such a vile liquid
You were still there, and it seemed to get worse.
I don't miss you
Cause quite frankly you're dead
And I want to be too.

Not really. I like living. I just wish you hadn't murdered the old you. It wasn't even the New Years yet.