I am a rum bottle. 

My contents should make me forget you,

but they only make me want to tell you just how bad you've hurt me 

and how I still love you;

but I can't make out the words between the gasps of air from crying.

I can't shake the hangover I get from you. 

I am addicted to myself because at one time, you loved me.

Maybe if I love rum like you did, you'll love me once more

and we can drink until we're empty and start all over again.

But you prefer German beer now instead of Puerto Rican rum.