i'm continuing the family tradition
line of alcoholics
painful recognition of sober nights
i loved him more when i was drunk
i was too intoxicated
to notice him slipping through my fingertips
or let alone me loosing myself instead
those hungover mornings ******* me over more than he did
trying to remember what happened the night before
like every time he broke my heart
clueless and questioning myself
breath full of scents of ***** and orange juice
could it be worse?