he likes to fight
when his tongue is wet
from sucking the bottle
until the bottle is dry

if you ask him why

he blames me

he can’t see
how much damage he does
when he too drunk to think

but he will drag you along
insisting he’s right
and it’s you that is wrong
same old crap
same old song

and dance
he doesn’t deserve a chance
to be someone he will never be
he wants your love
so he can trash it
break you
then flee

his love isn’t love
he never really loved me
because
he doesn’t know how to love
anyone
or anything
all he knows is how to show affection
when there’s something he can take from you
that he needs

his talk is only talk
words
that mean
NOTHING
EMPTY
SHALLOW
HOLLOW
he gets off on
making others believe
as he deceives


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