I'm not Sober
💔
Inebriation lingering,
On the pieces of my
Heart, you left spreaded on
The floor...
In My senses, Drunkenness is still
Recreating the same scenes
Throughout...
My feet move but solely,
To the motion of your heartbeats...
My Breath smells of a Bar on Saturday night.
I'm laying here with my Sentiments,
On the Cold Floor of the Bathroom...
Dusting off my empathy
From your insanity...
I proceed to get
Persistent...
Then furthermore, you leave me
Reckoning...
I'm not sober Tonight.
I'll go out and Drink some more...
Then my stomach
Will favor
This unconscious floor!
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Comments (15)
Well done!
Amazing. We’ve all been there. 🥹
You have a way with words! Great job with this poem.
Wow. this is incredible. Well done.
Wow! Amazing!
The heartbreak here was so strong! Loved the emotions!
Nice poem buddy 😀
Been there. done that Louii. I feel your words, Get sober soon, write your troubles away.
I'm sorta hoping this isn't all too autobiographical, Lonzo. If it is I'm sorry for your hurting; if it's not- great poem. 👍 I especially liked: 'My feet move but solely'. That's very clever, even Handsomelouiithepoet level clever! Floors must hate drunken stomachs very much...
This felt very emotional and relatable! You did a a great job conveying the thought process of many of us that like to punish ourselves after heartbreak. 💔
You capture both the broken-heartedness of lost love & the comfort we too often seek in inebriation, numbing us to the pain we cannot bear with the misery we believe we can. Once again, beautiful poem.
Great used of words for imagery on this poem. 👏👏👏👏
WOW! I felt this. Awesome affect the pics had with this one.
Well done!!! Loved it!!!💖💖💕
That's it!