Here we go again.
We're back at the start.
No compromising anymore.
Dreams are shattered.
Alcohol confiscated. Sharp objects removed. Doors locked.
Go back 1 hour.
Happy as can be. Laughing and joking. Music screaming. Clowning around.
Now what?
Love lost?
Future been misled?
Unhappiness all around.
Hurt. Anger. Depression.
Why? The biggest question.
How? Because of a stupid joke.
You have no love for me now. You're through with me.
Why? Maybe you wanted it all along.
3 years of unhappy moments.
3 years of partially happy moments.
You come banging. I know what you want.
You can't have the alcohol. It's poisoned. No sorry. It's been confiscated.
You never know when to stop.
You'll keep going and going.
Ralphing out the window.
Head buried in the toilet bowl.
Pathetic.
Grow up. Get some balls. Confront me. Talk to me.
I don't know truly why you hate me.
*About my bf... he likes to drink a lot and doesn't know when to stop*
