Your only happy when the whiskey bottle’s half full.
Drinking and laughing and filling your boots.
Your demeanor changes, your frustration emerges unprovoked annoyances and uncontrolled impulses.
I ask you why you mask your true nature?
Why are we the only ones that suffer your hurtful dismissive behavior?
Your only happy and not angry when your spending time drinking with the ones that share your history.
Your loyalty lies with them, not me.
Even though I'm the one here on my knees pleading for you just to see me.
Once again,  I'm asking to much.
I lash out but you don't know what the fuss is about.
Sad how they always get the best of you and we get the dreads of you.
I wish I knew why you think it's acceptable to treat me that way and expect me to stay,  my love for you is fading away.