Disappointment bubbles up in me like acid reflux
I am drunk on resentment and now
it's three a.m. and I'm calling your house to
tell you that I love you and to leave me alone but
your mom answered so then I
just breathed heavily into the phone and
listened to her bad words until she hung up and then
took another swig of melancholy moonshine
homemade angst - bottled up inside and fermented for years until
it is an 180 proof malt blend of all the
nastiness I ever thought and all of the
anger and self-pity and doubt and worst of all
the ghost of you
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