𝑨 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑻𝒐 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑽𝒐𝒊𝒅 [ 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑑 ]

Havoc's Toast

It isn't sad or perhaps it still is, but a part of me somehow doesn't feel it anymore. It ain't sad having ardent spirits in a glass - trudging through my dry throat. The bittersweet intoxicant never failed to make me feel a little bit okay in this solitary room and I cannot be happier. I maybe drunk for talking about you, but the ardent spirits in the glass isn't enough to make me forget you. I loathe you for leaving me doubtful of everything- the reassuring smiles, the skin to skin touch, the promises you mumbled on a winter night and the words of your prose and poems. Before this glass of ardent spirits will drown me into the depth of your cloudy words, here's a toast: toast to you- for successfully destroying me.