Hurt

I drown my self in whiskey

I soon will forget

All the pain you left me

And your sweet scent

Your vanilla shampoo

Still sits in my shower

And is left as a reminder

A reminder of what could've been

Those fuzzy pajama shorts

The ones you gave me

lay in the trash

Along with photographs

Of the day we made ice cream

Our cute little designs

I made turtle ice cream

While you made a blob

Our smiles vibrant

Our eyes bright

If only we remained that way

Happy and in love

But you never were

And I'm left here

Escaping my misery