Lately I’ve been sober.
What a sad and miserable existence to have to relive
every heartbreak haunted night,
remember every blood soaked knife in the back moment,
replay the memory reel of forced apologies,
and gather the compilation of forget me nots
I so desperately wish to move on from.
Honestly, how could anyone want to live like that?
If I am going to drown in my sea of regret
it will be on one of my infamous fall down drunk
nights that I won’t remember
where I will trip over my “I’m sorries”,
which I am and always will be the sorriest man I know.
Let the tide take my body out to sea.