HERE IS WHERE YOU LEFT ME. [ON-GOING]

18.

XVIII.
VODKA

I believed if I’d drink I would forget the pain,

that the last drop of vodka was the last drip of my bleeding heart,

that the blistering poison lining in my throat would fill the emptiness inside me.

that this last bottle would make me sleep for a lifetime, and never wake up again.

that the awful reflection of me on the bottom of the glass will soon pull through.

that one day I will not drown myself with this alcohol anymore but your love that I’m starving for.

that someday, I will stop getting drunk about you, and unwrite my pain in this sinful liquor.

I believed if I’d drink I would forget the pain,

but it was just another illusion like any of your empty promises.

-darrylrxx