Nightcap
Whiskey and orange juice,
Peach schnapps and cola,
Buckfast and sprite,
Desperate times called for
Horrifying measures.
Thank god I was not a bartender
For I would have been
Thrown out of the establishment,
However in the confines of my home
Room and bed,
I could sip my monstrosities quietly.
A pain so deep that
It made the drinks taste like
Pleasure,
Anything to keep the thoughts away.
So many candles burned,
Too many colourful lights bought,
Far too many songs listened to on repeat,
Too much liquor consumed,
Just to keep you away from my mind.
Never works, does it?
Even with all of that effort
You were always there with me,
My loneliness keeping me company,
Imagining you by the window,
At the side of my bed,
In my arms.
The version of you that I created
Mocking me for missing you,
Made it sting even more,
As to escape from this,
One must forget.
And I am so very bad at forgetting.
Copyright © Night Prophet | Year Posted 2022
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