In Your Arms

Many nights made up of broken memories. Many nights lying in bed alone. Many mornings with someone new by my side, someone tell me her name. I never remembered her name. I have a pounding headache each morning. There’s an aching in my chest. Someone tell that aching to go away or I might drink my liver away again today. Feelings are for imbeciles, that’s what my father told me anyways. Someone tell those feelings to go away. I wouldn’t have feelings or this aching if I never met her. Someone tell her to get away from my memories. Someone help me.