My name is Jaclyn,
and I have a drinking problem.
I am trying to find the courage,
to ask you to love me anyways.
My mom used to say,
Don't you dare put someone
through what you did to us.
You are not a good person
when you're drunk.
Yeah, I'll quit drinking..
Next weekend.
I swear, This is the last time.
But I'm sure you've heard that line.
I've worn out the meaning,
in the knees of my jeans.
Dry heaving.
She brings me a glass of water,
and all I gave her was a *******,
and a *******.
I just wanted to have fun.
At the expense of my love.
Here is my word:
I will never make
you be the girlfriend,
of a dead girlfriend.
Because we got too many
dead friends already.
This is my getting sober poem.
This is my "not passing out
in a parking lot" poem.
This is my "You gotta die
from something, but it will
not be an overdose" poem.
Please.
This is my,
"Please Love Me Through This"
poem.
