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Mya May 2018
How,
after all this time
and the scattered promises
mainly to myself,
am I still becoming my father?
Mya May 2018
The liquor kicks in
so much faster
when it rises though my veins
with the morning sun
Mya May 2018
Are you going to be
the next face to haunt me in my nightmare?
I don't think I can bare that.
Mya May 2018
What made her
so much better than me
that even in the end
the bitter moments before the storm
that you still chose her?
Mya May 2018
I can't mend this broken heart.
So then,
who is going to?
Maybe it never will
Mya May 2018
Why is it,
that you have to make me
ask that question in the first place?
Or know the answer before I ask it?
Mya May 2018
Why does the bottle
taste sweeter in the morning?
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