I stand here at the commode dripping and flowing from 4 of 5 orifices.
Drunk once more, wondering why I go on.
What I say is hurtful to most. What I feel is hurtful to me. Pain. Confusion.
Time creeps. More drinks. Cheap Scotch, vodka and beer, very cheap. The effect is the same as the "good stuff." Not as tasty or fun perhaps but the same.
My hope, life, love is 12 time zones away with no rational hope of future contact.
I pine, drink and am here once more.
Then she left me for good.
I am still drunk and glad she did leave.
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