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Alcoholic

A poem of pain

By Marisa BatistaPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
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You love me the only way you know how

After you've finished the bottle and

Picked up the phone

Start telling me what you feel

What you think I want to hear

You don't think of the consequences

How anything you do affects me

We're just friends now, remember?

If you were sober you'd agree

If you were sober we wouldn't be speaking right now

But you're not

You tell me you want to marry me

How beautiful our children would be you say

Because they'd look like me

I tell you to stop

You continue

Say I'm the only person you ever truly loved

When I don't reciprocate your feelings

The anger swells up, boils over and is unleashed on me

You tell me I don't care—I'm selfish

You ask me how I don't love you now

When this is everything I wanted to hear before

I've changed a lot over the years you plead-I've grown

If you truly mean any of this then I'll hear from you in the morning

And you'll tell me the same things sober

But that call never comes

So I wait until the next bottle is emptied

heartbreak
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About the Creator

Marisa Batista

wannabe writer who has more ideas in her head than what she actually puts on paper

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