in the empty bottle
i'm not going to murder
this man that I love
but I know him like few others
no
like no other
and i loathe him
with all my heart
i am wounded and not afraid
to cry about it
like a little girl
forget the boy i've always been
never had a chance
to truly be
exalted in my pain
i am pathetic and deserve ...
far from in love and there
always there
and alone
in dreams and other blissful days
when manic i am
in reality abolished nightly
daily recriminations boil up
falling down the rabbit hole of
my poor me poor me poor me
empty
nothing left to pour
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