Poet

The Love of Liquor

You say you love me, but the love that you call love is not love, but craving of liquor that still lingers on your lips from last night. And you want more. And you know that the money I make is the one that supports your addiction and for that you say you love me. But I know without the beer and the booze that I'd be alone. So I buy more hoping that that will keep you and hoping that one day you will realize that I'm the one that has stuck here with you. But I know that you are not in love with me but are in love with the idea of escaping reality. Therefore, you do not love me, but are only in love with the idea of love