seven

I talk shit.

I break shit.

I am shit.

Obsessive

Compulsive

Post

Traumatic

Mania

Anxiety

Red wine, macaroni and cheese

The dishes overflow from the sink

We only laugh at our own jokes, here

We only get laid when we're drunk, here

So it only makes sense that

When I'm drunk

I throw beer bottles into the fireplace

And when I'm sorry

I sweep up the broken glass

I talk shit.

I break shit.

I am shit.