We met the night I broke sobriety.
You became something more Than a birthday kiss on the cheek.
Now I'm suffering hangxiety,
I just wanted to make you feel something
In all the places of your self
That you keep numb and weak.
Post-traumatic flashes,
I wake up to an empty mattress,
Alone with my hand in your panties,
feeling up the ghost of you—Tucked between subconscious sheets
While just you smash snooze until early afternoon, Just Waste away the day,
Just so you can miss the kaboom
When this blows up in my face
(That's the prank.)
LOVEBOMB AND DISCARD
You’re gonna burn out hard Sweetheart 🖤
CUT AND RUN,
YEAH DIG THE DAGGER DEEP HON
Make me feel like I deserve this
cause I gotta be a fucking masochist,
To keep kissing your whip—
YOU ONLY TELL ME YOU LOVE ME
WHEN YOU’RE NOT SOBER
Some drunken emotion,
With the truth covered over,
YEAH SLUR IT LIKE YOU MEAN IT
then on with the silent treatment.
This might go on for weeks,
Until I'm vulnerable and weakened—
Then you’re feeding me toxic breadcrumbs
Of dopamine and oxytocin.
YOU’RE SPITTING HOPE IN MY MOUTH LIKE I’M A BABY BIRD STARVED FOR AFFECTION!
Oh Now the verbal abuse has begun, so I'm gonna take a step back from the barrel of your gun—
I don't know if you're hearing me
or thinking bout how to bite back—
but you really NEED THERAPY
and I think that you already know that.