Recovery

This Is Not Poetry

This is not poetry. This is me bleeding out on the bathroom floor.

This is not poetry. This is me choking myself to sleep because my bed is so fucking empty without you.

This is not poetry. This is me smoking pack after pack of cigarettes to get the taste of you off my tongue.

This is not poetry. This is me screaming your name into a bottle of vodka at 3 AM.

This is not poetry. This is me shaking till I stop breathing because you kissed another girl.

This is not poetry. This is me feeling like I'm going to throw up every time I hear your name.

This is not poetry. This is me swallowing a bottle of pills so I can black out and stop thinking about you for a few hours.

This is not poetry. This is me begging you to come back.

This is not poetry. This is me trying to get over you.