Recovering Alcholic

You left me alone last night, so I did the only thing I knew how.

I took a drink.

And then another.

Finally, I finished a whole bottle, and pretty soon I began to realize why I drink every time you leave.

It reminds me of you.

When I reach for that bottle, I'm really reaching for you.

When the liquor burns my throat, that's you feeding me the words I want to hear, even though I know it's lies.

I get this sense of excitement that sends me on a trip after I've had a few.

The same feeling I get when you pin me down, and whisper in my ear.

And the excruciating hangover I feel afterwards?

That's only you screaming at me and telling me how I've fucked up. How you regret me.

I don't drink to forget you.

I drink to keep you with me.