the first time i got drunk i was 16 years old.
the burn of ***** in my throat reminded me of how it felt to say your name and every time i see your face i can feel the bottle against my lips.
the first time i got drunk my friends and i were camping on the beach.
i havent spoken to you in months and this is the most rebellious thing ive ever done and i was used to sharing every moment with you but this was the first significant one without you and it felt amazing, so i took 6 more shots and threw up the last words you ever spoke to me.
the first time i got drunk my friends asked me to share my biggest secret.
what was i supposed to say?
that i havent spoken to you in ten months but i can still picture the way your mouth moved when you said my name?
how the box of cranberitas smelt exactly like your breath that one fourth of july i would do anything to forget?
or how about the fact that i don't miss you any more and i don't know whether to be relieved or terrified?
instead i told them that i liked to watch ****.
now i'm seventeen and i haven't been drunk since but your name still burns my throat like *****.