thoughts • a.m.

6

And I remember those nights.
Those nights laced with alcohol buzzing in my blood with the rush of feeling alive in my bones.
Those nights when you weren't even a mere speck in my galaxy of thoughts.
Those nights, hunched over and laughing in a blue shopping cart with a bottle of whiskey in one hand and a cigarette in the other.
But things are different now.
I drink to move on and smoke to get the taste of you off of my tongue.
Now nights consist of tear and vodka filled bottles, and empty packs of cigarettes strewn across the wood floor.
These nights I try to drain you out of my veins, but I don't think I can do that without losing too much blood.
And now it seems as if I spend my nights trying to forget about you instead of trying to find someone to love me as much as you used to.
I miss those nights from before,
And you.