Let's Talk About Vices

I wish my vices were easy to see

I wasn't so good at hiding the ugly parts of me

I don't drink too much because I know that it gets rough

But when I'm alone, all I've got is whiskey and my phone.

That's when the nostalgia hurts.

Checking social media gets worse.

When the sun goes down and you're still reading

Why is that when the pain sets in?

I wish I could say the thoughts don't belong to me

That my inner demons didn't tell me what to be.

You have to know

You can't grow

Unless you start out incredibly broken.

I wish one of my vices was smoking.

But my vice is love

I can't get enough

Of you, you, you, and you.

Because you see

My vice doesn't hurt me.

So let me say get the sorry out of the way

To whomever, I fall in love with today.