Unconditional

A prologue of whiskey

As your lips are puckered around the glass , you toss your head back, taking him in "one last time"

You knew it wasn't right
Your throat begins to burn
Your kidneys are failing but
Once again he has a smile on his face

The skin on your back reaps of it
You can smell your mistakes on his fingertips,
Your body becomes his release .
As he leaves you with a nauseous heart
An uneasy depiction of what happens next
You ask yourself "what are we"
He never made it clear for you.
He never told you he would be there for you again.
He never told you that after you tasted what was, that you would ever have it all again.
He never told you he would hold you again
Or that he would be there for moments that mattered to you the most.
The way he would come and go as if he was just a figment of your imagination.
Once again you become victim to your own conscience.

How much were you really willing to suffer? How much could you really take of waking up the next day wishing you didn't allow you , to allow him to break into you.
He doesn't reply to you as quickly , if at all after it happens.
You can feel your heart fighting you,
Your tears condemning you
Your thoughts breaking you
How could you let this happen to me again?
Your never fully sober of him