Kisses twinged with liquor
My imagination? Or a reality
I'm drunk. Shit-faced. Plastered.
All I wanted was you. Was that so hard?
I just needed to lose myself for one night.
Spinning, going down. Throat burning. Eyes drowning.
Does this brokenness ever stop?
Am I ever going to find someone?
I know I'm young, but I've never needed someone more than I wanted him.
So keep them coming. Bottle after bottle.
Whiskey. Vodka. Rum.
I don't care, just make sure I can't feel anything.
Nothing. Especially him.
His kisses on my mouth, my neck and the back of my hands.
And my sobbing, scared to death.
What scared me was how hard I fell. Even when I knew nothing would work.
That I'm not loveable enough. Not good enough.
But I can't stop loving you, I know this is the end of me. The tail end. My last shot in the dark, my only hope.
It fell through the cracks and I can't get it back.
So lets get me as far gone as possible, so I can forget.