It’s not that easy to forget.
Whiskey and wine
ain’t that easy to swallow.
They remember all the horrible things that they’re drain with them,
that’s probably why the stomach
ache so bad.
I’m a goddamm actor, fuck it.
Those are the words that I
wanna spell on me, but I can’t.
They’re not mine anymore.
They belong to me,
but not the same me
who’s swallowing this whiskey.
So I lie, and write
them on me anyway.
I’m an actor after all.
Do I believe in that, not at all.
But I think that the me that it was, did.
I miss him.