Justifiable lies wrapped around your ego and you only justify them so that you can sleep a little easier at night. And you drink. You drink and tell your stupid, pathetic, unbelievable lies and they seep like poison through your veins and drips from your lips. What's really sick is how you can look another right in the eyes.
And you drink...
Dressing a little trashy with thick make-up, tall tale stories and whiskey on your breath gets you by...so you think. But it can't be to satisfying because still... you reach for another drink.
And another.
And another until bitterness covers me and I hate you. Until the bitterness makes sure that I hate everything about you. Until I hate what you say and what you do. Until I hate everything that you are and miss everything that you used to be.
Broken bottles, broken mirrors, broken hearts, broken people, and a broken home in a cracked, unraveled world.
Streaked reflections, pale skin, and tired eyes. Dreamcatchers hang, floating in the air and they all have his eyes, his memories, his voice...while I try to sleep at night, walking that empty, wet, streetlamp lit sidewalk every...single...night. Machines beep, the lights go out, the T.V is on silent and no one is watching...and you don't care. It's all a common act, a false pretense from slurred speeches...
And you drink again, and again, and again, over and over until I can't stand to hear your voice or be in the same room as you. And we slip still back into our bent selves in a cracked and unraveled world.
Me
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