Hungover

When I was 16 I used to brag about never getting hungover

no matter how much I drank

Now that I am technically considered an adult—

at least according to society—

I get hungover after only one beer 

Even if I spend all my Thursdays, Saturdays, and Sundays mornings hungover in bed

binge watching “How I Met Your Mother”

and devouring Indian food

You are still my worst hangover story 

The withdrawal from you does not compare to any vice I had to quit

The constant ache and shaking when I wake up from a dream 

screaming your name 

All the mornings throwing up in my bathroom floor

trying to expel everything you inserted in me

The times I swear I would never let myself consume someone as intensely 

ever again

Just to crumble down as soon as I smell that sweet recovering hangover beer

But still the bouncer hugs me goodnight 

and the bartender knows me by name

Being hungover is my most masochistic trait

Alcohol is the vice I keep coming back to

i wonder what that says about you and I