Toxic

Shot I:

He wishes to forget the moment he first met her

He wishes he couldn’t remember the colour of her eyes.

Shot II:

The tequila stings his throat and burns his lungs

But nothing hurts quite as bad as losing her.

Shot III:

The tequila tasted like acid,

But not quite as corrosive as the taste of regret on his tongue.

Shot IV:

He wonders how many shots he has left to take

Before it’s acceptable to send her a text saying, “I miss you.”

Shot V:

He knows he should take it easy on the shots

But he never listened to himself, not when it came to her.

Shot VI:

She was both harmless and dangerous,

The perfect mix of intoxication.

Shot VII:

He begins to feel sick, nauseous,

Like the moment he realized she was doing him more harm than good.

Shot VIII:

He feels the urge to puke

He wants to puke every thought of her out of his system.

Shot IX:

The restroom reeks of piss and alcohol,

But he could have sworn he was breathing in the scent of her sickening-sweet perfume.

Shot X:

He hurls the remnants of his dinner

And his distorted memories of her down the toilet-bowl.

Shot XI:

The tequila tasted nothing like

The sweet, enticing lies of happily ever after she had promised him.

Shot XII:

Maybe he was addicted to her

Or maybe he was addicted to her lies, he couldn’t tell which was more toxic.

Shot XIII:

He wishes he couldn't remember the moment he first met her

He wishes to forget the colour of her eyes.

Shot XIV:

Fourteen shots

And yet he still stops short at the thought of her.