Alcohol induced aches and blurred linesMature

A night out of place
alcohol soaked lungs
and hung-over guilt
and wanting to run
trying to find home
when I don’t have you
to run to
for something
to fill these veins
Sore eyes
and red skin
a green blanket
that knows more truth
than I do
home is where the heart is
well right now
I feel pretty fucking homeless
seeing through glassy eyes
and three am streets
leaning against headaches
and firework throats
waking up
wishing the night didn’t happen
dragging aching bones
and sleepy veins
back to the land of the living

The End

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