i thought the alcohol would make me forget.
but the only thing it did was make me see those nights in vivid color.
your body intertwined with mine,
our clothes on the floor,
the faint light casting shadows on the walls as we moved together,
your covering my mouth so we didn't wake anyone.
i'm trying to forget you.
but the more i try,
the more i remember.
DU LIEST GERADE
lackluster dreamings
Poesiein which inner thoughts are brought to life upon a page. poetry.
