you promised me you would stop drinking,

you swore not to yell like this again.

i thought you took this one seriously,

especially because of how much you hurt me.

last time was horrifying; this time much less.

you said drinking was bad for you,

but to stop you didnt even try your best..

promises you broke and hope you crushed.

it only takes two beers for your feelings to come out in a rush.

the red stain from wine has nearly left my door,

from the last time you drank and acted like this.

please tell me this isnt true

bears, spiders, nothing can compare,

to the fear and loneliness i get, from being yelled at by you.