Ode to Alcohol

You've always been there

For me,

Haven't you?

That was a rhetorical

Question.

My mirror mirror

On the wall, my genie in a bottle.

Always telling me

What I want

To hear.

Let me close

My eyes

And pretend I'm dead.

Allow me to make

One more wish

Before the room starts

To spin.

I love you right now.

But we both know

How much I will hate you

In the morning,

When the birds

Will be singing of our foolish night

Together

And everything

We did

And said,

Which, thanks to you,

I'll barely

Remember.