I knew I shouldn’t touch alcohol

I knew I shouldn’t touch alcohol.

I’ve learned that lesson before.

But then there you were ,

standing there, calm, warm,

and honestly?

I don’t know what came over me.

I thought,

okay… one sip won’t hurt.

Just one.

What’s the worst that could happen?

But God…

you were intoxicating.

I kept sipping.

I didn’t even realize

how drunk I was getting on you

until everything started hurting.

Now my head pounds,

my chest aches,

and it feels like there’s pain

in places I didn’t even know existed.

I drank you knowing the risk ,

so I guess I can’t complain

about the hangover.

I stare at the empty glass.

It’s spotless, quiet,

as if you were never here at all.

And here I am,

grieving something

that maybe never truly existed.

My heart is both empty

and impossibly heavy,

all at the same time.