You take a sip
Let the burn roll around your mouth
Like regret incarnate
Swallow,
wince as it rolls down to your stomach
and floats your nerves to the surface,
You exhale the butterflies,
Let each one be a whiskey kiss
Desperate for motivation,
Directionless in a white room
Turn away reflections because it is just a reminder of projects left unfinished
You always had a problem with committment
Always a problem with yourself
Unfinished ends and old make up
Always dreamer, comfortable in your bed.
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