10 shots down and all I see is you
Unable to tell if the burning is the liquor or my tears.
5 blunts later eyes red and world in slow motion
Your words spinning around my head like a record played during a bad trip.
I light a cigarette to calm my shaking hands
Seeing your silhouette dance in the fire of my lighter.
Music around me fades, the pulsating beat becoming a distant sound
As the obstreperous noise mixes with my sobbing.
The tobacco tastes like you.
The liquor tastes like you.
The weed tastes like you.
The music sounds like you.
Like you.
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Hyacinths & Biscuits
PoesiaCarl 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.
