another night of lost sleep

last night,
in the black hole I regret
to call my room,
I was taking shots of cherry vodka,
trying to forget you
but you are everything.
your lips are cherries and I am
lusting for a taste of that
wonderful sweetness.
this tempest curling in my stomach
reminds me of how I feel when
you hold me so close and kiss me
so hard and so sweet
but it's not the same and
baby, it hurts.
this bottle I'm holding
is cold and harsh against me,
so unlike your soft honey skin
pressing against mine and I
would rather be drinking in your
rough static voice
and getting lost in the
velvet of your eyes but
I am seized by this darkness
surrounding