He smells like tobacco and sorrow. Sometimes I wonder if it's alright to fall in love with a mirage. You know that the only thing more painful than another mans name on her lips is one in her bed. Sometimes I wonder if it was your plan to fall in love so easily. With her drunken eyes and slurred words and to wake up in the morning thinking she'd be the same vision in white as she was in a red cocktail dress. The problem with society is that drunken mistresses don't always turn into sober wives. That sometimes you really can't make that '***' turn into a housewife. That if your ideals don't match and you push the issue then what? You're left heart broken and lost and hoping that she'll come back through the door wearing your t shirt and a smile. A man in love is a strange thing. A desperate man in love is a sad thing. I've realized that although I'm a woman (a biased woman, a sided woman, woman's woman) that sometimes it truly is men who deal with heartbreak the hardest. Either they break walls or break down.
You know who you are