You felt like warm tea with a shot of hard whiskey.
You are my hot liquor and want to down the bottle.
You made me drunk, leaving my body loose and my soul exposed.
I guess that is why I gave myself to you.

You are not here anymore but now I am an alcoholic.
Every day I would have more and more the closer we got to our one year.
I fell in love with my drunken state of having you around.
I became blind to the fights and the fading of your love.
Its been a week since I last felt the burn going down my throat.
I claw at my neck hoping it would feel the same.
Nothing will ever feel the same.