Drunk
I've always thought that when you get drunk you will stop remembering things. You will forget the idea why you take the first shot that will lead you to the countless of drinks. But then I saw myself on a bathroom, vomiting the idea of us. Wanted to crawl back to the bedroom like how I wanted to be back at past where you don't hurt me this much. My head spinning, with the memories of you. Your smile, your eyes, your voice. I'm trying to forget, I'm getting drunk every night to forget the idea of us. But maybe my heart was not really trying. Because whenever I got drunk every night. I only remember how you made me believe in love. And I'm being fool again, because deep in my heart I'm loving it. Sorry, for using alcohol to remember. One day I will never drink alcohol again to remember, because I already moved on from you, from us.
Ps. Sorry, love, I'm drunk. I'm still drunk with your love.
