I kissed bottle after bottle
trying to forget how you tasted
next thing that I knew,
man, I was f^cking wasted.
Standing on a table
screaming at the ceiling
like "why the f^ck aren't you here",
and "why'd you f^cking leave me?"
Bottle after bottle
turned into shot after shot
but I can't forget you
no matter what.
I've read all the books
and I've seen all the "how to's"
but not one of them has helped me
get over you.
I'm trying to move on
and I'm trying to be happy
but no matter what I do
I still feel in love with you.
This is an old poem i wrote a while ago and never got around to publishing.