mama didn’t raise no quitter
but she sure as hell
raised a fool
i am a fool
for hope
for love
for you
and for this
bottle of vodka
like drinking the whole
thing will actually help
and not just make me
puke my brains out
later
and i have so much
love to give
but mostly to those
that don’t know what
real and true
love is
and the chokehold
hope has on me
only tightens
but i have learned
to let it, lover
eating matches to
burn off the darkness
inside and leave only
love and light and hope
and you you you