I Swore Off Of Things Like You For A Reason...

I swore off of things like you for a reason,

Because everytime I get a taste it kills me,

A little bit of you makes a little bit of me,

Like him in little bits,

And I hate myself for it,

But you're my favorite answer to that call for freedom,

From things that just may kill me faster.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is a poem about the first time I had alcohol.

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