i don’t like crying over people

i don’t like crying over people

it doesn’t make me feel weak

but there’s a certain scratchy feeling

that makes it hard to speak

it’s not quite briar bushes

wrapped around my throat

it’s not quite a solid lump

that’s causing me to choke

it’s not really a crushing weight

that’s sitting on my chest

it’s not really thoughts of others

that make my thoughts a mess

i’m a functioning alcoholic

if alcoholics got drunk on you

i’m not myself without you here

i’ll replace your drug with someone new