I almost turned to the bottle
to drown my sorrows
in a couple sips of pleasure.

How I miss
that euphoric feeling;
I desire to escape my body.

Maybe if I get intoxicated
I could turn back time
and bring you back to me.

Because right now,
your absence is too sobering;
it gives me a headache.

I’d rather drink in
the intoxicating memories
than face this empty place.

I don’t want to be here;
Alcohol, take me away.

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