The bar is full today.
Most of them dancing along with the blasting jazzy sounds while the other sit on the sofa, either talking or flirting.
I sit at the bar alone. My fifth glass already half empty. I need to stay sober yet I want to drink until I could forget everything though it’s not a good idea.
It’s never been a good idea.
I wake up just to feel emptier day by day. Those mornings where I spent most of it in my bathroom threw up everything I ate the night before and barely conscious. And also that time when I saw you walking down the street with your favorite black attire from my rear mirror right before I parked my car to spend another depressing night drowning in alcohol.
I still wake up in the morning, spending my day like every other day. Where the sun still shining and the moon still hanging lonely at night.
And I swear I could still hear your voice. Waking me up as usual with the scent of your favorite black coffee spreading throughout the apartment.
And then I laughed until I could feel tears streaming down on my cheeks after seeing pity-self reflected in the bathroom mirror.
How did we get here?
I sit on my couch, buried my face in my hand. Finally trying to grasp on reality I’ve been avoiding all these years.
You haven’t been here for years.
Most of them dancing along with the blasting jazzy sounds while the other sit on the sofa, either talking or flirting.
I sit at the bar alone. My fifth glass already half empty. I need to stay sober yet I want to drink until I could forget everything though it’s not a good idea.
It’s never been a good idea.
I wake up just to feel emptier day by day. Those mornings where I spent most of it in my bathroom threw up everything I ate the night before and barely conscious. And also that time when I saw you walking down the street with your favorite black attire from my rear mirror right before I parked my car to spend another depressing night drowning in alcohol.
I still wake up in the morning, spending my day like every other day. Where the sun still shining and the moon still hanging lonely at night.
And I swear I could still hear your voice. Waking me up as usual with the scent of your favorite black coffee spreading throughout the apartment.
And then I laughed until I could feel tears streaming down on my cheeks after seeing pity-self reflected in the bathroom mirror.
How did we get here?
I sit on my couch, buried my face in my hand. Finally trying to grasp on reality I’ve been avoiding all these years.
You haven’t been here for years.
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