My Love and Your Bottle

Do you need me, in the lonely hours of the night?
Let my love consume you, and your soul will be at ease,
With the a swift touch, the feeling of your affection, such a tease;
As I lie awake and think of you at night, I feel fine, everything’s alright.
Your touch makes me feel like the only girl in the world,
I know that’s not true, you’ve got your way around the other girls.
I get excited when you come to my window at night, to see your eyes gleaming in the moonlight.
But your breath reeks of Rum Spice, your hands around my neck grow tight.
 
Your words that hurt me are forgotten as I feel your kiss against my neck,  
The sensation you give me, makes me feel like I can fly.
But the days your hands find their way arond my neck, all I want to is die.
I know you love me, I know that you do.
You only forget to love me on the nights you’ve had a few.
The next day, you always approach me at school, full of apologies.
I lie and say there’s no excuse for your atrocities.
You know I love you too much to let you go,
This thing I’ve called love has kept me at an all time low.
 
You call me at night, say you need to see me.
You tell me to be quiet, as you hold me down and kiss me slowly.
With the smell of Mike’s prominent on your breath,
All I can think about is my time of death.
You never love me when I ask you to, you act like it’s a chore,
But you expect me to respond to your beck and call when you come knocking at my door.
Physicality isn’t another word for love, you only use me when you feel unwanted;
I want you all to myself, but you make me feel disheartened.
The love you give me is not from within, but the alcohol that reeks off of your skin.
As I stand at the top of the bridge, jump, drop my weight, go down full throttle.
You take a sharp intake of breath, and pick up your bottle.