It’s my poison
This yellow liquid
Bought ice cold
In a glass bottle.
It’s the craving feeling
In the pit of my stomach
The desperate desire
To block out my emotions.
It’s the jealous rage
That fills my body
When I see someone
Tip a wine glass to their lips.
It’s the hunger for oblivion
And the ache for alcohol
That ruins my relationship
And destroys my life.
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