one sip is never enough
you'd rather drown yourself in vodka
than feel the hole in your soul
i thought i knew you
i thought you were sober now
but you're drowning in cheap booze and menthol cigarettes
i can feel myself getting pulled into it all
the drowning
the drinking
the nights we can't remember
i wish you were sober above all else
i wish you remembered the words i whispered minutes ago
i wish you didn't ask the same questions over
and over
and over again
i wish you weren't drowning in smoke and vodka
but if you drown
i swear i will too
give me a sip
i'll make it two
and then four
i'll double it and catch up with you
i'd rather drown with you
than breathe this air alone
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The Stages of Heartbreak and Grief of Who I Once Was
Poetryfreeform poetry describing the heartache of high school and college relationships and learning to navigate life alone
