Slurred Words and Cloudy memories are all I remember.
The taste of Jack still sits on my tongue.
Your voice echos in my head.
Alcoholic dreams and dizzy realities, you're no longer mine.
Your kiss is replaced with long sips of wine.
Sometimes when I miss your touch, I drink Hennessy and pretend the burning sensation is you.
I don't want to be sober.
I need you.
I love you.
I want you.
I miss you.
Fuck you for not picking up the phone.
I'm never drinking because of you again.