You frown at the way I can drink whiskey without flinching. and every time I tell you. honey. I don't drink alcohol for the taste. If I did. I would have the taste of your smile down my throat every night. I would have every memory of us bottled. And I would drink them whenever you were gone. Which lately is a lot. so lately I drink more. the warmth of the whiskey when it hits my insides reminds of the first couple months with you. When you were sure. When we were good. When I was enough. Now I can't drink enough. Now we don't talk enough. Now is different. The only time I feel you. The real you. Is with my clothes on the floor. You get your fix. I'll get mine. I'll **** the stress out of you. And I'll drink the sadness out of me. The sadness you fill me with with how empty you leave me. I'm addicted to this whiskey. And to the way your hands grip my throat.

You're too coped up with feeling sad
you forgot how ridiculous the whole thing was

You don't realize how stupid it was
to give up everything
for someone
who wouldn't even bother about you

Maybe you don't understand how he wouldn't even try caring
When you gave him your all

Maybe you felt that one day your sincerity will seep through to his heart

But you know this
Deep down, you do
Its what you don't want to tell yourself

He had left his heart with someone else.

You tell me to go.
To leave you behind.
But lust dances with my soul
To that I find
That my heart is a mess
Juggling love and rage at best.
Finding the right words to confess
My lowly state of mind.

She sleeps soundly.
Soft moans from fatigue.
And I lay here wondering what becomes of me.
Do I continue to despair?
Or go on without a care?
The heart has limits; that I know.
Even so, you tell me to go.

To leave you behind.

Darkness, take me.

when the puppet
finally
breaks free
of his strings
you'd better be
careful
that he
does not
choke you
with them

I've realized I fall for things that will indefinitely lead to my destruction

But I let it

I must be out of my mind.