Crutches

Your crutch is a bong,

mine is a bottle.

Crude humor to make it all lighter.

I tell you I hate you,

you say you love me.

I throw shit at your head,

and you call me baby.

We fight out in public,

but love when it’s private.

My friends just don’t get it.

they say that you’re toxic.

I ignore their comments,

write it off as jealousy,

because someone so bad

wouldn’t love me so good-

right?