The taste of liquor on my lips
Cannot compare to the intoxicating
Sound of your voice that lingers in my ears,
It makes my head spin,
Throwing the Earth of its axis
And causing me to stumble to the ground,
Limbs weak,
Words slurred,
The cramping in my stomach
From the stab wounds that anxious butterflies
Left behind,
I dread the hangover you'd leave me in the morning,
The throbbing headache from the empty
Space next to me in bed,
The nausea from seeing the creases on the pillow
From where your head rested,
The dry lips from where you kissed me,
Glazed eyes that still shine from where you said
They were beautiful,

I guess I can ease the pain with an aspirin,
Dropping the memories into water and watching
Them dissolve,
Slowly disintegrating and falling apart,
Only to be swallowed and leave a bad taste in my mouth
Like it never happened.

bulging skin
soft indents
convex features
inhales you
prevails you

never succeeded
not once;
nor will i ever

forever enclosed
in my miniscule world
of tea and brittle bones

stop dreaming
stop fantasizing
stop the anticipation
ill end up dead
from dissatisfaction

ill never open my mouth
never, ever again
to deceptive sympathy
spitting promises in my face

whisper my name
softly but brutally
sweetly but imperious
as if i have a choice
of what goes in
and what goes out