Do you feel it yet?
The guilt?
The thrashing realization of how much you've fucked this up.
One day you'll notice.
When you aren't intoxicated by that liquid guilt you seem to find comfort in.
The slurs that escape your mouth along with short alcohol stained breaths forever imprinted in my mind.
The first time you struck me a memory forever in my head.
You couldn't remember it in the morning.
So I picked my head up and Carried on.
Wouldn't you do the same?
When will you realize how broken we are.
How we don't work anymore.
When will you know the length of which you dragged out my begs and hopes.
I hoped.
Hoped everyday you'd get better,
Hoped everyday you'd wake up and be the man I once loved.
But no.
You got violent.
You left me.
I was alone
So
So
Alone.
