I Continue to Lose

You buy me flowers
You kiss me on my cheek
You take a shot of cough medicine
And leave it on the sink

You bring me to bed
You want to rub my ass
You want me face down
So I dont smell the alcohol on your breath.

I figure you out, and immediately it's my fault. No more making love cuz I killed the moment.
We go to bed on opposite ends, in silence.

As I lay here I wonder what's happened to us
But I know it's the alcohol and I've lost to your addiction again.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

Comments

Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741