My First Bourbon

Where was I when I was not me?

Running back to a burden…

Nothing left behind in that apartment fire…

I’m so sick of being tired…

The back pains…

Pain pills I’m immune to…

Built up…

Tolerance to not even feel…

No miller grams can heal…

I water the air with past tears…

The ones past down from years…

Breaking head lines in the city…

Bragging about the no love zones…

You will get robbed by your loved ones…

I just want to touch heaven…

Even if I can’t go…

Asking…

The women next to be…

If you leave…

Just don’t take my globe…

That’s all I own in this hell…

loud ass shots ring…

I almost picked up my cell phone…

The next cigarette you go to smoke…

I’m going to put it out on you atoms apple…

I can’t stand your incompetent nicotine…

Something I  know you need…

You just need not smoke it around me…

If I die wit you…..

Fuck it!

let me hit that to…

My ruptured blues…

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