Slurry words slide freely off my lips
Words I can't quite comprehend
When sober
So I fall in love with ever bottle I meet
Isn't he the finest thing I've seen
Or just a guy I see momentarily
His gaze so sharp while mine remain blurred
Blurred from lust so thick raw honey felt envious
But this falsified desire makes me think I want you
What I actually want is regret free mornings and nights full of sleep
I want to want to be this body
This body shouldn't want to be wanted by a man that doesn't understand how precious of a gem it is,
But that doesn't matter after a few drinks
After the buzz and dizziness then eventually the slurry words
Because the broken find each other sober or not
I guess that's why I prefer to forget the previous nights by lurking with bottles that can't quite remember me.
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Collection of poems
Poesia1) HIM : The mistake, I don't regret This poem is about how good the wrong thing feels like eating ice cream on workout day 2)Intoxication This is based on your own interpretation about my experience with drinking, I personified bottles of liquor...
