Divorce

I love to love myself as if I was married to myself, being happy for myself about my strength to move on

from the pain I felt in that marriage with myself, I had to divorce all that drama from that dark place, 

that kept drinking me away.

I said I was done, but my legs couldn't run, I had to walk away but I was walking in circles, trying to

excape the pain he made me feel, but after one glass of  Hennessy, it was just me.

I wanted a divorce, but kept running back as if I needed the Hennessy to want me, it made me feel

angry, but I couldn't run away, I had to walk away and smile as if it didn't hurt me, I put it down and said:

(I'm Done, I want a divorce).

My legs began to run away but a peice of me stayed, I regret the day I married Hennessy over me,

that day I went back to the glass you filled for me when it almost destroyed me, I had to get a divorce,

from Hennessy, because it wasn't me....