It's more
than just
a blink
when
I dream
in between

It was
more than
just a shared
bench
when
time
paused

My heart
feels like it ran
a marathon
while
I am
in my
s
e
a
t facing
y   o   u

Kindly find attached
empty documents
of diluted nights
blurry with alcohol
smudged with tears
filled with embarrassment
that actually now
don't matter enough
to be remembered.

Sincerely,
Memory Loss

Woke up
cuddling a bottle
it was no longer subtle

My love for this potation
has become an addiction
and no longer a mental transition

Body shaking
asking for more
sobriety scared me
it might be a bore  

Woke up
cuddling a bottle
.... no more
"at least I'll remember
this one" she says

Drunk
left me
in a bed
shared
with the bottle
blacked out
from all
the moments
that did not
make it to
memories

I have always worn
my heart on my sleeve
and now,
summer
is around the corner
sleeves are no longer worn
and my heart.. well
it's torn...
between where to be shown
or should I play
a game and leave it
in the unknown?