Look at the self respect I made for myself
Even if unfortunately that looks like slamming the door in your face

The complexities sit in my stomach like a poison my body doesn’t know how to digest
A puddle of multiple strains
Just sitting like a lump that I want to throw up

******* for making me choose myself

You knew **** well how I felt.. but you still said you wished I’d told you

The smell of liquor on your breath brings me dread
Mixed with a low passion deep in my belly
I know that you’ll lick me extra nice
But also lie to me, be inconsistent, and in no way like the person I created in my head for you

Before you reconsider:
Remember how it feels when he comes home when the sun is up
How it feels when hours go by and he says nothing to you
When he tells you he’ll try so hard to be better and then takes you to buy cigarettes
How the smell of liquor on his breath brings you dread

Clovers
Bike tires
Gravel

Paint
Rocks
Good cooking