drunk mistakes
only lead to sober regrets
i hate who i am drunk
yet i keep going back
to that bottle
that burns my throat
like the words you said
when we woke up next to each other
naked in bed

the bottle
that soothes me
like the way your hand runs down my back

the bottle
that comforts me
like the way you hold my hand

the bottle
that i fell in love with
just like when i fell in love
with you