Puke
You lick my nipples make me giggle, all while you're drunk as fk.
The smell of the alcohol makes me quiver and puke but there is no luck.
I'm not attracted to alchohol and I'm not attracted to you when you drink it.
I say no I dont want to while I giggle bc it tickles but I really just dont wanna do shit.
No means no take that into consideration
I hate when you do things out of desperation.
I hate being around you when drinking is your affectation.
I need a new location.
I need to be away from you and all the stress and mess.
I wanted to leave for so fucking long, I'm sorry I have to confess.
Anywhere is better as long as I dont have to deal with all the trama and pain.
To you it's small but to me it's big I cant deal with seeing someone for the worst change.
I dont want my son to be anything like you.
I want him to be who he wants and not get forced down the road of alcohol flu.
You sit on this fence post and stay content when there are higher obstacles you can achieve.
You dont care to go anywhere in our lives so why did I with you conceive.
I cant fucking take it.
You force my hand and break it,
to move my pawns and fake it.
I cant take it.
I dreamt a long time ago of being with you forever.
Because of you just letting me do it all myself why now do I need you ever.
F*ck you and what we were supposed to be,
I wanted to get out of misery.
You were not my destiny.
Just let me be.
I don't want anyone I just want myself.
I need to be with me to calm this storm.
I hope that the beer and the blankets keep you warm.
I'm done with being in this form.
I hope you get better for yourself one day.
One day you'll see how much you made me never want to stay.
Nothing was never okay.
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I dont want you, get away
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Submitted on May 06, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | AA BB CCCC DD XX EE FF BBBB GGHHHHXIII JJ A |
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Closest metre | Iambic heptameter |
Characters | 1,725 |
Words | 399 |
Stanzas | 11 |
Stanza Lengths | 2, 2, 4, 2, 2, 2, 2, 4, 10, 2, 1 |
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