Tonight we toast to death,
for without the certainty of death;
the value of life would be nonexistent.

Life without you seems empty,
although I've bettered myself,
your name in my phone tends to tempt me.
I'm pretending that I'm fine with our relationship's ending,
but extending an olive branch would be fruitless;
considering how quickly it would snap shortly after bending.

You deserve a better version of me,
I'm merely existing;
constantly drowning myself in Bourbon whiskey.
I've been baptized by my demons,
chastised with the heathens,
yet I'm blessed to have you on standby;
patiently waiting in the Garden of Eden.

How foolish of me to assume you'd wait,
as if another man wasn't at hand,
ready to take my place.
How selfish of me to waste your days,
as if *** and expensive dates were enough to make you stay.
I hope he treats you better than I did,
professes his loves whereas I bottled it up and denied it.
I hope you find peace within his presence,
may he ease your mind and resolve all of your unanswered questions.

Low hanging fruit;
I had to cut,
a minor nip and tuck could subdue the need to give a ****.
I wish you luck;
may the Lord lift you up,
you never held me down,
therefore whiskey cups will fix me up until I find someone new to pick me up.

Bedtime is late,
Cabernet with steak,
boardwalk bustle declines after 8.
Let's relax and escape,
embrace the crash of the waves,
the midnight moon contrasts with the sun rays of the day.
Forever; I'd like to stay,
me and you,
the view and the bay.

I used to abuse substances,
a low life with self-induced drunkenness,
but now my highest of highs are encompassed by
an abundance of love,
thanks to you.

Life's been tougher than me,
I suffer and grieve,
I struggle to uncover the deeper meaning of peace.

I'm troubled for sleep,
Lord give me faith -
to believe is to see,
to be loved is to breathe.

For my beloved I breathe.

I know your soul is damaged,
I have alcohol with bandage,
I could make your problems vanish,
if we disappear;
don't panic.