A Stain

 

I get drunk only to say the things that I wish to say when sober.

With sobriety comes responsibility, and I don’t want to be responsible for the silence that follows the stream of love that will flow out of my mouth and onto the floor.

I don’t want to remember how you watch me try and clean the permanent stains my words have left on the carpet of your mind.

And so I drink, and I love you.

 

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