To my dearest bottle of whiskey:
I wanna stomach you right here with me,
But I acknowledge this is something so risky
Not only just physically, but mentally
You didn't just empty my wallets,
My pockets and hide in the top shelf
Of my closet; you took it upon yourself
To make me feel smaller in my apartment
I wanna savour you like a comforting meal
But I know you won't save me
When the hangover arrives,
Stealing every last bit of my zeal

As...