Tonight, I'll try
to drink away the hurt.

I'll let the hardest alcohol
burn in my mouth,
in my throat,
in my stomach
until you no longer burn
in my mind.

I'll have one too many
that I'll wake up
to a head that aches
more than my heart does;
I'd rather have a suffering
that aspirin can control.
I'd rather have a pain
I can grasp
than that one
I can't reach.

Tonight, darling,
I'll drown myself in alcohol
until I find healing,
albeit temporary,
at the bottom of the flask.
© here rests