Vodka

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Love and loss.

My blood is turned to alcohol
But my mind is turned to you
Forgetting you is truly impossible because you are flowing through my veins
You are love in its purest form
Helpful even when needing help
Hopeful where there is no hope
Forgiving of those who don’t deserve forgiveness
Especially me
For all my self-loathing
For all the nights I spent in absolute agony
For all the times I exposed my body to the stinging of the ice cold razor
For all the times I sat in the dark bathroom wallowing in my misery
You make me feel beautiful in nothing at all
No perfectly winged eyeliner
No strangely fitting dresses
No tear-stained shirts
No awkward scars
No stretch marks
You gaze at my body of bones as if you’ve just seen an angel
You carefully hold my face as if you’re holding delicate porcelain
You hug me softly as to not pop the bubble that is my very
And even though my veins are dancing with vodka
My thoughts will always be dancing with the rememberance of you
 


Submitted: December 29, 2014

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