You liked your *** straight from the bottle
I on the other hand did not.
You drank it chilled with lots of ice to numb your throat you said...
I knew that was a lie.
You just liked to get drunk as fast as possible it made you forget the world faster.
Fast was the only word you really knew.
I liked my wine straight from the bottle
I liked it cheap and gross.
I was never one for class having grew up in Reno.
You were my favorite part of this town.
It's been a couple months and I'm replacing you with cheap liquor and drunken memories.
If rather be drunk then remember your lips against mine or the smell of your hair after a shower as you laid on top of me caressing my face.
Love makes people blind.
I was so blinded by the "good" things I never noticed the pain I truly felt.
You made me feel so sad.
You constantly naked me feel guilty.
You tore me down day by day.
And I still loved you unconditionally.
I never understood girls who stayed with men who beat them but I guess emotional torment is just as bad if not worse.
But don't worry about me! I'm killing you with cheap wine and fancy ***.