Drunken Love

Drunken Love

A Poem by Riley

Look in the bottom of the glass, drown in the selfish need to forget.

Cry me a river to float yourself down to the edge of where you'll crash and burn like you always do.

It's like the mistress is stuck in the form of a bottle of beer rather than who's right in front of you, I'm right here.

Do you feel big and scary? When you raise your voice and punch your walls do you feel safer? Is the insecurity too much to bare? It never felt like you cared.

Are you the big bad boy I should stay away from, you pulled me in with a love so sweet it tantalized me

Will you wrap your forked tongue, pull me in to sink your teeth into the good of me

Is the good that I gave you a poison you spit back at me or would you rather have a piece of glass that can't save you from how f*****g diluted you are of your own pitiful ways

"I'll change I swear, I love you, I'll get better. " You are as bad as him, the only difference is you didn't lay a hand on me. Months and months go by and I'm still f*****g wondering why a bottle of beer was better than me.

© 2019 Riley


Author's Note

Riley
Not my best work, mostly because it's venting.

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I like it BUT I'm critical of and unkind towards the voice that's speaking. It has an identity of its own that's unconcerned about the plight of the poet.

The allegory of a bottle of beer and drunken love is magical. It's love of course.

If the need to forget is selfish, then, a gift of remembering is ok and nice

"will you wrap your forked tongue...into the good of me". The description is vivid. I suppose it's kissing or some scene in a hollywood horror movie. nice




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