I write like an alcoholic
drinking the last drop of ink
from my pen
I asked a stranger
to lend me
some cash
for a pen
a stack of paper
to start writing again
I walk like Im drunk on words
drinking two thirds
of my shot for one second
do you reckon?
I'll be able to pay for this?
or will it cost me my life instead?
I can't stop drinking
honestly, I can't stop thinking
these words
I consider my thoughts
when I'm sober
filling up the blanks
of a memory
I try to subdue
I'll give thanks to the
bartender
whose drinks makes me
want more
hopefully I can render
some explanation
for my jumbled up words
written on a napkin
it so happens that
I found something to rhyme
to finish this line

I write like an alcoholic
maybe tomorrow's painful hangover
may be the reason not to write again

there's this pattern
that I keep on going circles at
for everything I gained
I lost something in return
but I guess
I just never understand
which losses were worth losing
and which gains were worth acquiring

tell me
what went wrong
was it because
i wasn't that strong
or it was that
i forgot to write you love songs
or maybe
i waited for you far too long
in between your words
you pronounced "him" differently
i wondered if there was a difference
between him and me
that so much
your eyes turn to him
and never me

How did you get your heart broken?
I've cross the ocean for someone
whom I'm not meant to be with.

these words
hang around my neck
like a noose on a tree
take these words
take them from me
set me free