“The taste you left.”

I wonder if you know
How bitter whiskey tastes

When you’re alone.


The smell of jack and coke makes me sick.
And yet I drink, even if I can’t stand it.
The bitter taste, and burning on my tongue.
Makes me wish for days now past
Days when life was still so young.
For years, and weeks, and days I wept.
Wondering if you knew
How bitter of a taste you left.


Sorry that I haven’t written anything in a while, my life has gotten pretty hectic. I’ll try to write a little more, and post on here as much as I can, but hopefully everyone is having a good day/night. Thank you all for your continued support.

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Theomulus

Maybe if we pool our despair together, it won't seem so bad.

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