The only way I see her again is on the reflection of the glass, the only time I feel her warmth around me is when my lips are sealed around the open top of a bottle, why can't I see her unless I drink, why did she have to leave, was I not good enough, was I just a lost cause a play thing, a mould of clay for her to shape into her perfect man, was I just another failed attempt thrown into the trash like the rest.
Yet it hurts to much to forget, the only way this hole which eats me inside like a carnivorous animal can be stopped is when I lull it to sleep with a lullaby of jack daniels breath and whiskey tears
