It calls me
It's *****.
The sweet, but
Oh so bitter
Taste.
*****.
My first love,
Can't haunt me
Anymore than my current love.
My parents can't
Abandon
Me any more than
I have
Abandoned myself.
***** makes it
All so much more
Bittersweet.
A grown woman,
Mildly intoxicated
Feels so much more than
My childhood ghost.
Remember
Innocence,
The very innocence that
Never existed.
Hold onto your bottle
Drink up, sweetie.
Drink up the very drink
That destroyed your
Family.
The magical drink,
The one that calls to you
Late at night.
It hears your cries,
More than any other
Person in your life.
Now you understand
Why Mamma loved it
More than you.