where's he's been:
there you are, alone at night staring into the night sky
as you take another sip of your sorrows in the form of whiskey, you wonderyou wonder where he's been , how's he doing with her.
maybe she'll be able to do a better job then what you could've done.as you wonder , you don't notice the tears forming in your eyes as you take another sip of whiskey.
the thought of him still tears you down into pieces, if only you were able to do more and fulfill his desires.
you throw the now empty bottle of whiskey on the ground, it is finished from you trying to numb your pain away.
you manage to cry , like always
another cry of frustration and anger .but in the depths of it all, you manage to get up once again, stronger than ever.
and just maybe , you can finally
let go.-fin.
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hits hard
Poetryshe's dealing with the traumatic experience of love. lowercase intended.