*****, Tito’s?
Whatever you have is fine
Ginger beer
Garnished with lime
Copper mug

Copper
Taste of blood
Rushing to your head
Sharpening with every word I speak
A splitting headache
You always claim to have, when your

You’re
Upset

I want to commit.
You are my only happiness.

How I
let you down
Left and gone
And all I can think about is those two sentences that should never be spoken subsequently and the unwanted control I was given.