open your chest and take the heart from it.

I need guidance in how to deattach myself from your attention

and even more than that, your affection

Your pretty words resonate loudly like a thousand gongs being banged with less of a second intervals, not letting me think

All i can do is close my eyes tight and try to shut them out

But they creep in in sharp whispers through my eyelids

My only comfort comes in bottle form and even then, i see you in my whiskey

I taste you in my vodka, slidding down my throat

The same way your tongue played with the deepest length of my stupid mouth