I Love You

I love you.
I love you like you love the alcohol
You pour down your throat.
The sore throat that spits sour words
From your poision tongue.
I love you like you love putting your hands on me
When I get sick of your shit, 
and raise my voice
While you raise your hands to me.


Why do I fear the woman I look eye to eye with? 

That I love?
That's supposed to love me?
I love you like you'd love to be the best mother. 
But the depressant keeps pouring, 

My words, you'll keep "shushing",
Yet love you, I shall. 


This poem is about: 
My family


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