This Bottle

It's easier to
Forget my name
Washed in this vodka.

Then remember how
It so deliciously tumbled
from your lips.

I can see as clearly as
the liquid in this bottle
Or the emptiness of its space

As I drink away
Every memory,
Every flash of your face.

Will you start to hate me
if I drown my sorrows
In this bottle?

Cause you told me to
Look for happiness,
And I think it's at the bottom.