if i could find a love that makes me buzz like vodka,
maybe i'd finally be sober.
i'd press the bottle to my lips and pray it isn't poisoned;
hoping i'd never again have to suffer the inevitable aftermath;
regurgitating the contents of what i once desperately longed for.
if i could find a love that gets me drunk around the clock, maybe i'd no longer resort to vodka;
and i'd never be hungover again.
YOU ARE READING
In My Skin
Poetrya series of words stitched together as a result of my brain vs my heart. enjoy.
