Empty Bottles and Empty Hearts

“All I was left with was the taste of you on my tongue. So I chased it with bottles of vodka, hoping the bitterness of you would be replaced with the bitterness of it. But in the end, all that turned bitter was me. You always had a way of seeping into my blood and the spaces between my ribs without me even noticing. I guess I should have seen the warning signs but I liked you better than I liked downing bottles. Life has a funny way of always coming full circle, doesn’t it?”

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