I wake up every day; hungover.
Hungover on the thoughts of him.
His words echo in my love-sick brain,
And his stories etched in my dreams…
I wake up every morning; hungover.
Hungover on the feeling of him.
I spend my nights reliving his conversations,
And days – Obsessing over them.
I wake up every morning,
Exhausted and Confused.
I sink in deeper and I fall harder.
I wake up every day, trying to rid myself off him.
I get high on the sound of his voice when he utters my name,
I’m lost in his maze of insinuating gazes.
I don’t need alcohol to shed my inhibitions.
He’s more potent; more easy on my system; more difficult on my heart.
Am I an alcoholic? Perhaps.
As the thoughts of him leave my system, I need him back.
Just to make me feel the high and the lightheartedness.
The cure for a hangover is more alcohol, they say.
That is how I wake up everyday,
Hungover; craving for him…
Hoping that he stays up all night,
Drunk on the thoughts of me, too.
PS – This is a sequel to one of the older pieces – Drunk on Thoughts.
If you haven’t read it yet, check it out – https://mangledwings.wordpress.com/2016/03/26/drunk-on-thoughts/