i love a man who loves me too
he holds me tightly
kisses my lips
sleeps to the sound of my breathing
i love him above all else
but somehow i'm not first
i come in last place
behind the booze and the cigarettes
he loves his lips on the bottle
and his hands hold it up
rather than me
he'll cheers to another drink
yet smile at me from across the bar
he'll leave me alone in the dark
if it means he gets a drink after work
i love a man who loves me too
but he loves his drinks a little bit more
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The Stages of Heartbreak and Grief of Who I Once Was
Poetryfreeform poetry describing the heartache of high school and college relationships and learning to navigate life alone
