Madness

I can describe love
the same way I describe madness.

It's like the feeling
of not quite knowing
if you swallowed the sun
or the sun swallowed you.

Liquor

Miles away
and it seems I can hear your heartbeat.
Your eyes are red and I know why.

I can smell liquor on your breath and
you told me once,
you drink to forget.

Did it work? Did you forget?

I can tell you didn't.
I know you still remember how your heart broke.
I know you still blame me.
I can see the way your voice trembles.