My mother warned me about drugs and alcohol. I remember being 13 and she said those type of things can kill a man. They creep through your veins and destroy the life in you. My mother warned me about drugs and alcohol but she failed to warn me about love. She failed to warn me how addicting and poisonous it is. How the warmth of my lover’s touch would haunt me. She forgot to tell me that I can become so intoxicated off you that I’d feel like I’m drunk and dazed every day of the week. You see my mother warned me about drugs and alcohol but she failed to warn me about you. She didn’t warn me about the sound of your voice and your hellos and how I’d have nights when I miss the sound of your footsteps as they climbed up the stairs. She didn’t warn me that vodka can’t drown the taste of your breath or burn the kisses you planted on my chest. No matter how many bottles I intake, it’ll only numb me temporary and I’d wake up to an empty bed, a raging headache, and the bitter taste of love. You see, my mother warned me about drugs and alcohol but she never warned me about love and how when you lose it, it destroys everything in you.
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