by Michelle Fugel

Created on: December 19, 2011   Last Updated: December 24, 2011

Always the second priority
To your other woman alcohol
Who holds the authority.

Watching the false sense of happiness
Rush toward your open lips.
I see you’re hurting,
Just as I’m hurting for a kiss.

Seeing your rehearsed, fake smile
And hearing all of your petty lies.
Does addiction mean more to you
Than my hysterical cries?

I met you before you saw how cruel the world could be.
I breathed you in before the world spat you out.
If only you realized how happy you made me,
Then maybe you would know what life really is about.

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