I'm not Sober

Inebriation lingering,

On the pieces of my

Heart, you left spreaded on

The floor...

In My senses, Drunkenness is still

Recreating the same scenes

Throughout...

My feet move but solely,

To the motion of your heartbeats...

My Breath smells of a Bar on Saturday night.

I'm laying here with my Sentiments,

On the Cold Floor of the Bathroom...

Dusting off my empathy

From your insanity...

I proceed to get

Persistent...

Then furthermore, you leave me Reckoning...

I'm not sober Tonight.

I'll go out and Drink some more...

Then my stomach

Will favor

This unconscious floor!