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.

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