Bad writing.

Images
Flicker past my eyelids
Faster, faster
Haunting.

You are always
HERE.
And it's something I don't want to do anymore
This
Obsession
Realization
That you aren't
Coming back

Followed by
Retrogression
To a place of
Hope
Insignificant
And yet
Reassuring
In this bottomless tequila bottle
That is my life

I don't know why I said
"Tequila bottle"
I don't know why
It makes me sound
Alcoholic
And would it be lame
To compare you to alcohol
And create an
Extended metaphor?

Yes.
Extremely so.
Instead
I will

STOP.