I’ll Eventually Stop Posting Poems, but Not Today, Bitches.

I used to drown the hurt in you.
Now it drowns in Cashmere Cat
and cheap whiskey.
It’s not quite enough.
I used to drown the hurt in you.
Now it drowns in sad poems,
poems you’ll never read,
expressing feelings
you’ll never know I had.

At least Cashmere Cat,
cheap whiskey, and sad poems,
at least I can’t abuse them,
lie to them, or hurt them.

They aren’t fragile like you,
but I think that just maybe…
maybe that’s why they don’t work.

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