Do you remember last year when you thought I'd become an alcoholic you thought that I'd kissed a bottle more than I did you thought that the heat and the sting felt better to me than the warmth and comfort of your touch you thought that I'd get lost in loops of days and nights of bottles and flasks and you feared with all your heart that you would lose me
So I stopped drinking
and then you left. and you took with you all the best parts of me all the parts that mattered, that kept me sane left with you in the back pocket of your light blue jean shorts tucked inside an envelope labeled "Stable" after you left it all went rickety like shabby old doors barring paths to rooms I hoped would never open again rooms that kept behind the demons you helped me hide demons we knew we couldn't destroy so we learned to live with them just sitting, listening. Waiting. and now you've left they're breaking out. In hordes they come screaming out pent up curses waiting for my blood and the is no beverage strong enough that can take your taste from my lips or numb my fingers from your touch or blur my mind from your memory or burn your soul from my body now there is only me and this empty bottle