Jan 2015
You're ugly.
No.
You’re the ugly one,
With scotch tainting your breath
And shaky hands.
Coming home late;
Yelling.
I promise.
Always.
Every time is a letdown.
Too bad you can’t fix broken promises
The way you can fix a sink;
Easily.
I'm a soldier.
Yes.
But bravery you lack.
You hide behind the bottle,
Liquid courage for a man
Who really has none
At all
I love you.*
Really?
You say as you pour another glass
And spout more nonsense
About how you wish
You never had kids,
ever
No.
You’re the ugly one,
With scotch tainting your breath
And shaky hands.
Coming home late;
Yelling.
I promise.
Always.
Every time is a letdown.
Too bad you can’t fix broken promises
The way you can fix a sink;
Easily.
I'm a soldier.
Yes.
But bravery you lack.
You hide behind the bottle,
Liquid courage for a man
Who really has none
At all
I love you.*
Really?
You say as you pour another glass
And spout more nonsense
About how you wish
You never had kids,
ever
