himbo poetry lines for a man who probably will never read thesre

-poison my cup,

ruin my pre conceived notions of myself,

pour the nectar of infatuation down my throat,

watch my repulse turn to addiction,

feel my pulse begin to race,

as i try to mask as normal.

-city hall bathroom,

the last of my sobreity down the drain,

i think i can finally enjoy the taste,

now that its not forced down my throat,

i worry that you and your gin and tonic daydreams,

will be forever intertwined with budwizer memories,

and so i weep until i have a chaser fit for my binge,

until my vision becomes blurry from dehydration,

another round of AA meetings thrown away with the paper towells,

choking down the thoughts of you both,

before unlocking the stall,

and washing the guilt away,

(this is unfinished_)

= ive been broke so many times im shattered,

i long for 120 130 140 on his side street,

trying to kill us both,

but youre not him,

so please dont cut yourself on my edges

= i daydream about laying in your bed,

letting you engulf my senses,

listening to your breaths as if theyre gospel,

while i gently pet your hair,

trace my fingers along your jawline,

let me linger against your lips,

let me sooth you to sleep

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