Whiskey Promises Poem by Sam Byron

Whiskey Promises



Im the last one you call when theres no on else there. you promise to love me when you call me. I cont want to fall for you but I do everytime. I should realize by now that things dont mean anything to you when there is whiskey on your breath. I should know your the cause of my broken heart but no longer do I care. you broke it for the last time with your whiskey promises and now you can blame your whiskey that I'm no longer here.

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