Drunk Poem by Ivana Valasik

And I still drink myself to sleep
Because the pain is too sharp
And I need something to blunt its edges.

And I still drink myself to sleep
Because my mind keeps going to
A thousand places at once
Running different scenarios
Imagining different outcomes.

And I still drink myself to sleep
Because otherwise I would stay up all night
Waiting desperately for you to reach out
Which you never would

And I still drink myself to sleep
Just like your mother used to.