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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Patron mixed with Hennessy and coke with heartbreak for a chaser. Moscato on the rocks is my drink of choice when memories drudge up of “I used to date her.” Vodka tears from too many shots, shots I took and shots I gave you. Rum rushing from my pores for every rushed emotion and slammed door. Hpnotiq caressing my mind as I start to lose my balance and you continue to shake my world up. Whiskey rubbing my shoulder and massaging my heart saying it’s going to be ok in the midst of a cold storm coming, alcohol runneth over my glass I’m so drunk I mean my cup. Ciroq I’ve never tasted I mean I can’t taste this, soon to be a metaphor for you because I’ll eventually lose feeling numb to the winter, a drink named after you. 1800 shots and now it seems like water and I’m walking and falling upside down, a world I only see when I’m intoxicated giving me wings as if I’m free, free from the chains you bring, oppression, and jealousy. Bottle after bottle after glass after shot, try to drink the pain away sipping in the morning, it just won’t stop. Drink until I see the bottom or the end of me and you then drink another to relive that ending, why do we put ourselves in the same situations knowing the outcome is nothing new. Its 4:38 am and I’m just getting home…such a late night. And I’m sipping while I write this starting to feel light and see the light from the morning sun. About to pass out as my feelings descend from up above to the ground like snowflakes falling effortlessly melting, feeling undone. I fall back into my bed and the world right side up for the moment, as I fall asleep so deep and for awhile nothing matters unless you observe the details, drunken words outspoken. Drink, drink, drink, am I an alcoholic? Mine as well be one because no matter how much older I get feelings of you flip me upside down I’m consciously never sober… P.S. I drank to get to a fake world in order to feel something real...
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