Some people drink to forget.
But for me those few shots were so I could remember your face.
That mixed drink was so I could taste your kiss.
That cheap beer to remember the cold, late night Mario Kart matches you let me win.
But getting drunk never brings it all back.
Not the way I want it.
It's brings it back in chunks of anger and hurt spewed from my mouth and yours.
Mixing up cocktails of fights and tears and those last words.
So every fruity drink may taste like you.
But there is no alcohol as strong or bitter as the way you said goodbye.
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Hyacinths & Biscuits
PoesíaCarl Sandburg once said "Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits." Enjoy this collection of poems, text messages, diary entries and more. Starting from age 15, and continuing to this day.
