Love Is a Hangover
HE beat me with his battered words.
He deceives me with with deceptful ways.
I live in his darkness of pain and loniness.
I long for his infidelity.
I taste his anger for me.
I sawllow his beating on me.
I look into his eyes. I see his hatred for me.
I drink myself drunk, until my love is a hangover.
Copyright © Robin Brown | Year Posted 2013
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