open the frig to see nothing and the kitchen is a mess
now its my job to stock the frig and clean the kitchen
how can you love me
how can you love me this way
"take me to the store and give me money"
the voice rings in my ears
how can you love me
how can you love me this way
walk in it smells like vomit and I know you have the shakes
thats the DTs
how can you love me
how can you love me this way
"I'm dying please help"
I know your not but I cant say no
how can you love me
how can you love me this way
four dollars and twenty-eight cents, enjoy your 40
some times I wish it was mine to enjoy
how can you love me
how can you love me this way
"I love you, you are the best"
I hate you like this
how can you love me
how can you love me this way
some day you will be clean and stop asking
tell then this is how you love me
Author notes
Alcoholism is a disease. This is the first time I tried to put this story into a poem. I pray the one this is to never reads it. Your sober right now and I hope you stay that way. I hate it when I am forced to enable or see you enabled to drink.
A contest entry
- ~~Options~~ 3rd in Series!~ by movedon.
1050 points, ended December 14, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This title was actually similar to a poem written by one of my best friends, liqsunshin, who wrote a very beautiful poem entitled "40 ounce love". His poem, much like I was expecting, was written from a stand point of the person doing the drinking. This is such a sad write. but well fitting to the title. I have indeed struggled with this myself for years now, as have my parents and people that are close to me. It has killed many people in my life as well, even some my age. I lost my best friend to an alochol caused car accident this past May, so this really hit it home. Thank you for entinering. This was awesome! The way to my heart is by poetry.
Mylee -
Thanks for entering my contest. Your title is
"40 oz Till Love"
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