i wish it was as easy for you to break your
bad habits
as it was to break my heart.
putting your needs first
disregarding my own.
let me just face it..
you want the bottle more than me
a happy that is temporary
the memory of what is wrong
gone.
i will still stay, because giving up is not an option.
put the bottle down, friend.
just listen to me.
YOU ARE READING
Conversations With Myself
PoetryWhat is it that I think? Does it even matter? I leave a lot of things unsaid, unheard, and well.. Here's all the things I wish someone would've and could've heard me say.
