Loving Whiskey

All it took was one shot of Whiskey to let myself burn. Cash told me loving him wasn't a risk. He promised we would dance in the moonlight. He swore he was nothing like the ones who broke my heart. And he was right. He was so much worse. Drink in the shadows, take shots in the dark, and savor the buzz knowing the next morning won't be worth it. Because it's not enough. Nothing is ever enough when the person you hate is also the one you love.