throw one shot back
and then a couple more
filling my whole system
with this bitter brew

it slides down my throat
like my conscious did the door
and I'm at last, free
wishing for more

although its only a short break
from my grief, my heartbreak
at least on not thinking of her
argh, and now I am,
thinking of her
her smile
cute nose
blue eyes
quiet chuckle
the way she held my hand,
a perfect fit
the way she felt in my arms,
and the way I felt in hers
the way
the way I loved her

I pour another shot, down it, trying to drown out my memories, drown out her