Open up, pour the gas, strike the match

Remember the big blue pills

you would set on my tongue?

Make me open up so you could inspect

that everything was gone.

So you could know you did everything

you could

It’s me that’s wrong

It’s me that’s broken

It’s me you can no longer

control.

But you did everything

you could

It’s not your fault I hid

the pills in other parts of my mouth

but

It’s me that you cannot drug

I said no.

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  1. Amy Hill

    I love your poems! Keep sharing. Love you always. ❤️

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    1. andivandenberge

      Thank you Amy that means sm 💚
      I love u too 💚

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