❝So hold on to your glasses, we might fall
again in the process of forgetting all,
'cause writing down the tears and submitting our fears-
drowning in your own gin and juice isn't very bright,
I just hope darling, you won't get a winefright.❞
FIRST...
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Lights dangling in my eyes, being drowned in the sea of people dancing to the overrated music.
But I can't hear the music, I can't feel being pushed here and there, I can't see them staring at me with a deep hunger growling in their eyes; All I can feel, is the stabbing pain in my heart.
Your tongue was tantalizing–
for how it would dance on my throat, urging mine, to chant your name; how it moved to form words, mere words that could make my heart stop.
Almost, dangerous.
It enchanted me, like the sound of sirens, I just couldn't stop, from ruining myself.
Maybe that's why, when you said your goodbyes, my heart puked out its content, making you disgusted with the way it leaked out of my eyes.
I still loved how your tongue moved, though; for how the cotton candy lies, now tasted like bitter whiskey truths.
I hold the glass of amber; seeing how the lights dance in it like borealis, and I remember how you didn't like me drinking... Is it too early to reminisce the moments?
I swallowed the thick liquid, It choked my throat, not going down, and I realize– that's how my love would have tasted like; the bittersweet taste caging me in its flames. I felt dizzy, like I was kissed by you again.
I was drowning in the alcohol; swallowed by you. The taste getting sweeter, as if you were singing at the bottom of the glass, dancing with the hues of rusty golden .
Have I ever felt this drunk before? Remember! When we used to seam the night sky with white lillies; a stark contrast. Your eyes were the stars that embroidered the sky, while your laughter similar to the Sun, maybe that's why I couldn't see through your forced smile– as your eyes glinted the longing of a pitty-petty moon.
As I lose myself in the neon lights- I wish I could forget how our bodies would entangle between the white sheets, how the walls would swallow all your angelic voices. How we would dance in the paradise, and how we would burn with delicious sparks of euphoria and bliss, and how we would stay there, right there, till the sunshine would rip through the curtains.
Maybe you didn't like me drinking because you were afraid– afraid of being replaced, for it all feels the same, just you aren't here; well, it doesn't matter.
You and the amber taste the same;
just like the bile rising up my throat.
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A U T H O R' S N O T E
So you made it this far!<3 This is my first poem, that I wrote on internet. Spontaneous.
I initially wrote it like free verse but it is more of a monologue. Whenever I feel like editing it, I just don't have the courage to erase the fervours, which are embedded in each line.
In order to quit an addiction, we get addicted by another drug.
