Whiskey Letters Unsent

It's 2:00 AM and I'm wide awake. Your name still glowing on my

phone. I type it out then hit erase 'cause I ain't

ready to let it go. Every line tastes just like you. Sweet at first,

then burning through. I pour a shot to calm the truth, but it brings

me back to you. Guess I'm haunted by the words I never said.

Every bottle turns into a voice inside my head. Whiskey letters I ain't sending.

All the thoughts I keep pretending that I'm over you, but baby,

that ain't true. Every word I write just bleeds right through. These whiskey letters