Plastic Cup: a Poem

You bleed me dry

Until I can’t even cry over you.


Your burn my insides to ashes

And laugh in my face, as you do.


You package me up,

In some plastic cup and you drink.


Down the whole bottle

Until you see the bottom.


Don’t think.


You come back in the morning,

A stranger sojourning too long.


You say that you love me,

That you’re really sorry.


You’re wrong.

Published by brandy ange

I am an author, a reader, a craftsman, and a fitness enthusiast. I write about all of my passions, and love to share my experiences with friends and strangers alike! Stay tuned to read more about what I'm writing, and what this crazy self publishing endeavor looks like. I post new content on Tuesdays, and will alternate between my passions. Thanks for joining in this adventure called life with me! God Bless!

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