In My Feelings (Romantic poem of the day)
The kids are asleep
I am crawling in my skin
While he is in his drunken state
Drowned in alcohol
Breeding more of his copies in his unfaithful state
Maybe warming every bed in a brothel
Lying naked in a drainage
When morning comes he comes home..
Either with a swollen eye or a broken bone due to his regular fights
I already lost him
But am soon going to hand him over to the devil
Should I tell him?
His liver can’t be repaired
Will he change his ways?
Or will he drink his soul away?
How will I explain to him that….
His only option is hell