It's just a little treat
Just a little pill
A couple sips here and there
Let the smoke fill your lungs
Anything to make it all stop
Stop the chaos
Stop the noise
Can't be left alone with the thoughts
The memories are unbearable
How could something that brought joy
Be the cause of so much pain
I still feel your touch on my flesh
Your voice still rings in my ears
The taste of you still lingers on the tip of my tongue
I can't fight back the tears
I try to sleep
But every time I close my eyes
All I can see is you
I take the treat
Mix it with a sip
Sometimes a pill
It's all I can do
To make the memory of you
Disappear.
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Mercedes Chavez
Come with me, lets go on an adventure together, see the world through my eyes, let me paint a picture with my words, I promise you will be able to feel what I felt the first time I experienced it. Love, sadness and everything in between.
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This hit me so hard! Your poems are always so relatable!