“She Only Likes me When I’m Drunk.”

Tell me you love me too,
Don’t you love me too?


Dear Juliet,
Lay alone at night, wishing you were here instead.
Put to rest the demons, and the thoughts inside my head.
Light another smoke, and drink another drink.
Pass out on the floor, vomit in the sink.
Trip and stumble, on my way inside.
Whiskey sours and late night hours, I confide.
Call for comfort, through the door and in the bed.
Artificial, superficial, wishing you were here instead.
Put to rest the demons, and the thoughts inside my head.
Dear Juliet,
Lay me by your side, and drink me till we’re dead.

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Theomulus

Maybe if we pool our despair together, it won't seem so bad.

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