Poems. My storys into words.

why do you drink.

I drink to forget you.
To forget your name, your face, the way you talked, and how your smile lit up rooms.
I want to forget the way your voice gave me butterflies. and How your kiss never failed to make me lose balance.
I drink so one day I can forget how to describe you in never ending detail.
I drink in hopes of getting drunk off the vodka instead of remembering how drunk I am on you.
I ache all day wanting to come home and numb the pain again,
it's become a cycle of me trying to erase you, to erase the memory of how I had and lost you, to erase every detail of your existence.
But you're not something I can erase. never have been, never will be.
Its me trying to let the liquor kill me in order to forget how you're killing me.
it's my coping mechanism when the pain gets too much and it's my only escape.
you were no stranger to goodbye and yet I was still surprised when you left.