The more I drink the more I don’t think about you,
So shot after shot, let it down, burning its way to my heart.
Because there’s nothing wrong with wanting to not feel like this,
Nothing wrong with wanting to escape.
Because numbness has to have its benefits, right?
Maybe one day I’ll look back and laugh at how silly I handled it,
But now, in this moment,
All I can think about is how to forget you and the way you made me feel.
And yes, the alcohol loosens my lips,
Helps me to see past mine and yours, past the ghosts that haunts us,
It lulls me into a false sense of security and I’m content to hold onto it with every part of me,
Because it’s easier than admitting that this is everything to me,
And how it holds the power to define me in every way…
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