Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jul 2018
Every time you go out
My mind is riddled with doubt
My stomach churns
Waiting for your return

You act as if you've never left us before
And you know I have no reason to trust
Every time you walk out that door
I feel like my heart's about to bust

Everything minute seems like an hour
An eternity of fear
Because I know you have no willpower
Over a bunch of free beer

You forget I'm alive
And sometimes I don't see you for days
How will I survive?
You've  forgotten me in you're drunken daze

I have tried to make you happy
But you care nothing for mine
Let's face it you treat me ******
You're a tumor that's not benign

You take me so for granted
I know you can't love me at all
So my love, I have become quite disenchanted
There's no hope for us after all
The Angry Pencil
Written by
The Angry Pencil  52/F/Philadelphia
(52/F/Philadelphia)   
223
       Midnight, Γ–zcan Sh and The Angry Pencil
Please log in to view and add comments on poems