Love,
And other drugs.




Though my cup runneth over,
Wine filled to the brim,
No matter how many bottles,
I can’t get over him.

Water, wine or spirits,
do not dull my pain;
Another wont hurt,
don’t refrain.

Life has become a deep chasm
So dehydrated and dry,
I am but cracked and crumbling,
I choose this way to die.