Here now, as you recover from your weekend's hangovers, is a brilliant piece written by alyssa while she was under the influence of alcohol one Friday night. It is a prime literary example of why she and I cherish the jotting down of ideas, feelings, and observations while tipsy - doing so let's you write freely. You open up, and you just write. You stop worrying so much about what you're writing, and you just write. You stop obsessing over the placement of each word or punctuation mark, and you just write. You stop fretting about the validity or rationality of your emotions and ideas, and you just write.
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And... alyssa's poetic piece:
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Something happens when you start drinking with the intention of forgetting.
You start remembering.
You remember things you would pay to forget. For me, those things are touches and tastes and scents and oh my fucking god the feelings I feel when he touches me.
But when I drink to forget how I feel his touch all I feel is my skin head to toe every inch every corner nook cranny every angle every inch of skin it burns and all I feel is his fingerprints his skin his touch on me setting me on fire flames from his lips the tips of his fingers to my skin on me burning me branding me his and for no one else only for him.
And I try to fight with a drink with a shot with every sip I fight what I feel and there are touches and touches from men who want me who want all of me who want to touch me feel me have me all of me but I'm still his.
Fuck you fuck this I don't want this I just want to want this instead of that but oh god I want that I need that that feels so good and I need it I taste it I hunger I crave Iust I could write everything there is to say about lust I know it I know how it feels to want the best the most the greatest and everything and every feeling I could feel you make me feel with your touch your taste your fingertips your tongue your tease your stare your mind your words you're fucking killing me.
But I try to forget every goddamn day I try to forget and I drink for a new feeling to feel something new to feel something not you to feel something outside of you to feel more to feel want need lust love want crave touch more than you I want to want more than you I want to want outside of you other than you good things not bad things bad things you bring.
I want good things.
I want things you won't bring. You bring hate and hate and more hate and touches and I want touches from love not hate and why do you make me hate I hate hate I don't want I hate. I want to love and good and to feel good and good feelings and go! Please go I want good you're no good you don't know good I deserve good love touches fire burning good blaze on fire.
But goddamn it it fucking hurts when you set fire to my skin my lips my cheeks my elbows arms legs ass fuck everything is ablaze when your lips drape run kiss fuck slide across all over me you leave me dead broken alone abandoned ablaze and I drank to forget you but here I am and I'm drunk and I remember you.
I just want to forget you please god fuck please let me fucking forget I drink to forget you I drank to leave to go to let another set me on fire I drank to forget you but fuck me I'll always remember you.
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