Drunk Poem For You

Your love tastes like whiskey
Heavy on my breath
I can't walk straight
Almost caught my death

I ran into an ex in the dark
He grabbed me, He kissed me
Until there was nothing left
Can you, can you see the misery?

Carved into my chest
I can barely see straight
I barely made it home
Was it time well spent?

He invited me over
All I could see was her face
As he pushes me to the ground
I prayed to a higher grace

But there's no love to be found
I write this poem drunken
Laying in my bed
Look how far I've sunken?

Are you unpleased with me?
Don't you find me pretty?
Can't get past the girl I used be?
Don't you find me witty?

Or am I drunken waste?
I'm not wearing clothing and my hair is a disgrace
I look in the mirror
And all I see is my mother's face

Maybe I am nothing
Maybe I am too broken
Or maybe your not enough
Have I over spoken?

Does anyone care at all?
Watch me as I stumble
Down the stairs to my bed
The bruises are already forming as I tumble

Seems I can't write at all
All I can see is your laughter
Rippling all around me...
Your voice and mindless chatter

I wish it had been your lips
But they were his, not mine
And I scream into the darkness
Because tomorrow I'll be fine...

No one loves a sinner
When she's about to break
Everyone watches her as she falls
No one loves a cutter, a burner at the stake

So I look at myself in this mirror
And take another drink
You will never know this
But your main topic of everytime I think

I hope you rot in hell
I hope to kiss your perfect fucking lips
As you scream in pain
And I'll offer you this poem as I take five more sips