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Lex Marie Dec 2015
He was always risky
Trembling legs my eyes grow misty
Loving him felt like being tipsy,
Only because he is just like whiskey.

He burns my throat when I utter his name
Blistering my core with a seemingly eternal flame.
My love, I don't know what he became
For loving him has been my out most shame.

He makes me sick, but I love this pain
That only he and whiskey can make me feel again, and again.
the hurt is sweet, like sugarcane,
Consuming me. From it - I will never be able to abstain.

— The End —