Mindless self indulgence and nightmarish realityMature

I drink
to forget
you plague my existence.
To elope
in a slurred,
blurry,
stumbling happiness.
I drink
to echo through streets
that don't know your name,
doors that never met your fingers-
fuck,
if it were that easy.
I drink
to ease myself,
to manage
even for a night
to hear your voice.
I drink
because my options
are limited.
Because escaping
was cut short,
an opportunity
leaving a curse
and chaining my wrists.
I drink,
god damn it,
because I cannot,
for the life of me,
get away from you.

The End

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