Every shot I take
is another memory of you
disappearing.
Every laugh I let out
while the music is blaring
and my body sways
like a boat on rough
waters is a laugh of
ignorance and pain.
The liquor starts tasting
like water and I hope
I can drown in it.
You start to lose where
the line from sober and
drunk is.
I never wanted to find
that line.
Your voice still haunts
my dreams and I
wake up for another
drink so I can forget
again.
The drinking only makes
it stop for a while.
I just need some peace
and quiet from you.
At least if I drink I don't have
to remember you for a while.
About the Creator
Becca Mahar
Poetry is my passion. I tend to spill my heart out in my writing, so if you enjoy compelling emotional poems, my page is for you. I'm a neverending abyss of emotions.
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