Cup Of Sorrow

I cry vodka
I drink away my tears and find pleasure in my sorrow

If only it was that easy

My cheeks are stained black
From my running mascara
My heart is racing
My head is pounding
My thoughts are focused on one thing

The hour is late and I should be asleep
But the weight on my eyelids just doesn’t compare to the weight on my heart
Tears fall off my cheek and onto my notebook
Making my words intoxicating
and somehow dangerously pleasurable

“Cheers to life” I said
As I held up my cup of sorrow