Go get that shot of Hennessy.
I just want you to talk to me.
Please don't freak me.
When I look into your eyes, theirs no empathy.
Drink up to broken promises.
That's all you have for me.
Tears fall.
You slap me.
You tell me to stay in my place.
I'm not worthy you say.
You grip my neck, I can feel the pain.
Look into my eyes and pacify.
You sure talk alot.
Trying to buy me jewelry or whatnot.
I mean that's all you got.
I want answers.
Or you must forgot.
My heart just dropped.
Seeing blood I couldn't stop.
Let me pour that liquor into your wound.
Burning. That's what I assume.
When we drink. We're one.
A unit.
That probably weighs a ton.
Our drunken stories while drinking Rum.
I feel it.
You want to reel in it.
Dysfunctional.
Yeah! I'm talking to you!
Drink up.
It's nothing left.
Now you're in the devil's playground.
Death.
The poem explains toxic relationships. Everyone has at least one bad, awful relationship. When you drink or/and do drugs, usually it don't mix. It ends up very tragic or worse death. Feelings start to flare up then next thing you know you're in a hospital fighting for your life. At the end of the day, some people are not worthy. Your mind, body, and soul is worthy.
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