the alcohol in the glass
the glass in my hands
the liquid inside
swirling
like the spiral i'm in
and the half smoked cigarette
just mocks me
and what i used to be
the burnt patch
on the grass
and all of this
is an failed attempt
to erase my past
(how do you set
your memories on fire?)
a simple text
'hey'
and the thought of you
invades my head
the alcohol?
goes down the drain
the cigarette?
thrown away
whoever says it
says it right
you can handle
one addiction at a time
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whoever loves the sun
Poetry"whoever loves the sun" is a short poetry collection written over time. most of the pieces here address issues that were inspired by true life events. e. e. cummings says, "the poems to come are for you and for me and not for most people." in the en...
