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Posted by captainlemonberry | Posted in alcohol, broken heart, love, sadness | Posted on 10:43 PM
There was something different about him
He was a strange thing, and when I saw him,
I couldn't help but take interest
I wanted him inside me,
And I kindly welcomed him in
The first few encounters were only on weekends
Over time, he began to accompany me on weekdays,
when I was exhausted and lonely
He was kind enough to let me use him;
by this time we were both aware of the situation
I had become addicted to him
Friends of mine even shared the little crush,
But with time, they irritated me
I wanted him all to myself
Months passed,
I met a boy
He spoke to me about a love I felt I had once known
"What is it?" He asked
I told him of my broken heart, torn up by the lover before
I open up my cabinet and stare at you
With your many forms and different bodies...
...but all one in the same,
And every year,
I close that door
And cry over my lost love
He was a strange thing, and when I saw him,
I couldn't help but take interest
I wanted him inside me,
And I kindly welcomed him in
The first few encounters were only on weekends
Over time, he began to accompany me on weekdays,
when I was exhausted and lonely
He was kind enough to let me use him;
by this time we were both aware of the situation
I had become addicted to him
Friends of mine even shared the little crush,
But with time, they irritated me
I wanted him all to myself
Months passed,
I met a boy
He spoke to me about a love I felt I had once known
"What is it?" He asked
I told him of my broken heart, torn up by the lover before
I whispered the monster's name,
Alcohol...the boy shook his head and left
Around the same day every year,
Every time I turn a year older,I open up my cabinet and stare at you
With your many forms and different bodies...
...but all one in the same,
And every year,
I close that door
And cry over my lost love
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I like this poem