I'll drown you in a cheap 4 loko and you'll drown me in someone else's sheets .
Every sip will taste just the same as the first time you laid your hand on me, yet every sip will start to numb out the pain.
A variety of flavors to choose from, each another evil you birthed.
Purple: For the countless bruises you placed upon my skin
Gold: For all the anger you left within me
Blue: For every sick feeling you put inside
Red: For the blood you made pour from my skin
Yellow: For all the times I was gaslit into believing you
And my personal favorite, Green: for every love bomb you dropped
With any repetitive action there comes tolerance
However, I could drink you dry and still hate your entire existence.
The sheets of your bed feel like razor blades that glide along my body. The place you rest your head at night is a bed of nails for me.
It won't always be this way, I will soon run out of time, money, and alcohol.
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Glue Bound Glass
PoetryA compilation of cryptic, mind playing poetry. From the simplest nothing to heartfelt hatred.
