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Another Round ?

Our love was intoxicating,
felt feelings physically,
emotionally drowning,
mentally wasted,
thoughts drunk driving,
hungover with hatred,
tipping back bad memories,
sipping sympathy slowly,
chugging insecurities,
last drop surviving,
bottom of the bottle in sorrows,
wasted in wonder,
kegs of doubt,
ounces of hope,
pitcher perfect,
mug shots 
blood alcohol content
.lovefuckingsucks
punch drunk
passed out 
 

Another Round ? 

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Shirley Harrison

When love turns bad, what an excellent visual an emotional journey through words, love can certainly leave us drowning at the bottom of a barrel, and some are still a glutten for more.  Love the way this reads and I absolutely love the theme of love. Most enjoyed. 🌹

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Super glad you enjoyed and it resonated. I’m a visual learner so I love creating parallels between relatable subjects. Thank you for the support:) 

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Marion

There is an absolute punch of despair to these words Rob, ... violent words that reflect this oh so common stare of mind. Great write x

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I’m very excited to celebrate my sobriety by writing poetry like this to remind me of all the pain that came along with the habit. Thanks for the read and support ❤️

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Being Me

This packs powerful punch. The antidote to saccharine sweet, lovey dovey stuff. When love goes wrong it hurts soooo bad. Fab writing ✍️ 

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Yes! When it goes bad it’s quick and painful . It’s always nice to write poetry like this from a good place and solely off reflection versus the present :)  thanks Tina! 

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