emanating the stench of alcohol you used the key to your heart and it was opened; pent-up emotions poured out heartfelt words sentiments memories poured out of your mouth like the way water would flow off a tap you said that you were proud of me you told me to take care of myself ( i was confused, i was scared ) your eyes got coloured from white to red little droplets of liquid forming over your eyeballs ( i did not know what to do )
i watched as molecules of alcohol fed you to the angels (or perhaps, demons) of sentiments.
(d.b.)
This happened today, and I just felt like writing a poem. I'm scared and I don't know if my dad will actually love me, if he knew who I really was.