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Mar 2017
They call it the devils water
I call it my best friend

They say I drink too much
but really I just think too much
And my best friend,
makes me forget it all

I hate that I love him
that I care so much
even though he broke me

I used to be fine
I used to be able to sleep
alone and on my own
but now I lay awake
thinking of why me
why do terrible things
always happen to me

my first love was a fraud
he was a married man
a man with a daughter
a man with no morals
a man who left me dead
a man who incited fear
a man who lied
a man who is no man
a man who destroyed me

And for a few hours
my best friend
she helps me to forget
and she's the only one
the only one who can
and the only one
who can help me

please help
Theresa Cardella
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Theresa Cardella
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     --- and its gonna make sense
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