Why am I alone,
Up late
With a bottle of my wine?
Sitting here,
Thinking I'm the ******* problem.

Who the **** are you?
No texts?
No calls?

You led my hand,
To hope, like a dying dog
To a forest.
And tried to leave me there.

You're a coward.
You're a blight.
And Tonight,
I'll dine alone.

Red in my mouth,
and red in my mind.
Red on my lips,
like I've read your mind.
I feel sick.