I only like to drink
when I am alone,
it’s not a habit
I would condone.
In the darkness
of the early hours
I sit and enjoy
my whiskey sours.
I go over the
thoughts in my head,
reflecting on the life
I have led.
How did I get
to this point?
I didn’t have to try
hard to disappoint.
I needed to always
get my own way
until it came around
for my turn to pay.
I hadn’t the answer
that she wanted to hear
so, now my actions
have cost me dear.
When she left,
I didn’t try to stop her,
there was no point
since I was her saboteur.

That is so sad 😦
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Yes. Same here. 😁😆
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