the alcohol bottle was full a second ago
full to the brim of its colourful contents
but just as my tears began to fall,
the liquid lowered, and it didn't stop
now here I am, a complete and utter mess
I'm laid on the floor, arms outstretched
my brain a scramble and my body numb
I should regret it, but I don't, not at all
another bottle down, the glasses adding up
it went from one, to two, and now uncountable
I felt sick, I felt dizzy, but I didn't want to stop
so I didn't, I reached for another bottle, intoxicating myself further
all gone now, the last bottle empty
the last drop gone, it was entirely dry
I couldn't see properly, and everything echoed
fuck, what have I done. I've had too much to drink
fuck.
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emotions ~ poem collection
Poesíasometimes I feel sad, so I thought, cos why not, put them into poems. So enjoy, I guess. And yes, that is me on the cover. Ta da.
