poetry

vodka burns but you burn more

i don't particularly like vodka
i've always remarked that it tastes somewhat like nail polish remover
or what i imagine that would taste like.

i drink it out of the bottle tonight
long, sharp gulps juxtaposing my usual small sips
it feels like fire is running down my throat
so i drink more.

my friends would tell me to stop if they were here
they would ask me why on earth i would drink something i didn't like
why i would be halfway through my second bottle of the night
and near passing out because i was so drunk.

i would tell them it was just because i was lonely without a boyfriend
yearning for someone to finally want me
and they would understand.
they didn't know about you.

they didn't know how we dated for 7 months of intense passion and fire
and how you moved on so quickly, left me at my most vulnerable
how you ruined me.

so yes, the vodka burns
as it slides down my throat
and scrambles my brain

but you burn more.