• souravmudgal 10w

    I have desperately
    caged myself
    at the bars, we were
    there once raising
    our toast, you shared
    the last sip of your
    bourbon and I'm still
    hoping for that
    taste but it appears almost
    tasteless now,
    yet I gulped it down
    knowing I might
    need it to sleep.

    Half alone I'm always
    exposed in
    the slumber with the
    senses of being
    mentally unstable or
    eagerness to appear
    thoughtful perhaps
    it is to cover up a
    devastating mindset.