Poetry / impaired

i find you repulsive
your scent, the way you move, the way you think.

my feeling’s compulsive
i resent your touch, youve made me drink more than i wanted to

you hear, but you dont listen
and so my cheeks glisten with tears
no longer do i have any fears, the spears are already in my heart.

i sit look back on the night,
remembering the plump lady laughing at me with delight,
“how old are you again?” she asked me in plain
when i jokingly pinkie- promised to give away my next fag..
..and yes, i was naive enough to answer.

where did i lose my life?

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