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Jul 2014 · 595
Love Drunk
Stone Davenport Jul 2014
No matter how hard we try we always end up at this point all because occasionally we give up, forget that our love is worth fighting for.
In the middle of the storm you'd accuse me of not loving you enough while I preferred to shut down and let it blow over.
We were both wrong and I didn't figure that out until I had confided in strangers I just met who didn't want to hear about how I didn't feel like a good girlfriend while you chose to find comfort from the bottom of a bottle.
I didn't realize we both pushed each other away until I found myself getting angry at you for admitting to me after all these months that you'd been sticking a needle into your vein while I was at home taking care of our son.
I didn't understand that just because you love someone too much to ever walk away doesn't always mean they won't shove you and walk in the other direction.
The screaming, the fights, the tears wore you down after a while but you're always so strong and you never let people see that and when it became too much I told you that everything was going to be okay when I should've just kept my mouth shut because after saying it so many times I noticed that things were only okay when you were under the influence.
You found a way to stop the hurt temporarily but I didn't like your methods and so I ran even though all I want is for you to be okay and happy because your ******* smile baby could shine brighter than the ******* sun if you'd let it.
I didn't know how to stop a drug-dependent alcoholic from shouting or getting in fights or from loving me less but lord knows I tried my best to take the bottle from you and tell you I love you until I was breathe less and hold you when you cried about how you never wanted to be like your father.
I tried so hard and I need you to know that I tried so ******* hard to save your life that I couldn't do it because when you let your emotions get the best of you then you lose sight of reality and you can no longer tell the difference between what you want to do because you're angry and what you should've done because god you love him so much and he trusted you and he needed your ******* help.

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