Venom shook my lips
casting glares at bookshelves,
and at water rings
on coffee tables.
Surely, you knew my intentions,
to drown with the others
angrily, wearing vodka
and tricks up our sleeves.
Selfish is, as selfish does.
I probably bit you
and made you bleed.
My hands shook without the buzz.




Your poetry should be in a bound volume with gold lettering. 



That's okay though, god knows I haven't given any good comments lately. 
Thanks for the comments Tom, you know I appreciate it.
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