you stayed out late hiding memories from incessant misery,
     drowning your thoughts in forty one percent alcohol and chasing it down with the pills you bought for cheap,
    because the regulars get a discount.

   you tried to forget everything she wish she didn't remember,
   but you picked up the phone before the dial tone could cut you off
    
  you emptied every bottle to represent how you felt inside,
    taking shot after shot till your vision blurred into missing me.
  i throw bottles at the wall to remember the crack in your voice when you told me you loved me.

  i would give anything to hear your voice hiding the slur of your rotting veins.
       i think it's about time you
sobered up.