Thoughts Of Future Alcoholic Poem by Tina Valentine

I drink. Because I don't want to remember the smell of your black jacket when you hugged me for the very first time.
I drink. Because I don't want to remember the taste of your lips.
I drink. because I don't want to remember how safe I felt in your arms.
I drink. Because I want to stop asking myself why I wasn't enough.
I drink. Because I don't want to remember HER. Her long, brown hair, the way She smiled at you. Because I don't want to remember promises that she is just a friend.
And when your name sink on the bottom of a shot glass, when I turn my eyes to the sky full of stars, alcohol makes me forget your sparkly eyes.
I drink. To forget.