Alcohol I YEARN BY Chantal Wynter poems Unfinished, I yearn for you, for a sip to remake me, for your fake confidence I am weak, but still I yearn for the poison that goes smoothly down my throat, warming the places I ache to numb, I barely stay afloat, as I surrendered to ice cubes and aged decadence, on a high that only you can give me, I found my importance, i give you all of me, laughing, dying as you take, shattering as my glass slip to the floor and together we break. I YEARN #ALCOHOLISM#ALCOHOLIC
