Why I Write

People ask why I write so much

As if it is a sin

I say, “I write to remember”.

Because they will really never understand

The truth is I write to forget

Like vodka spewing from my lips

It burns coming up but flows onto the page with such bliss

So I choke it out

and all that is left is the black stains on my fingertips

and pages of lost memories because I write to forget

M.A.P

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