so you take away the pain
\nto make life less blinding
\na few shots of vodka
\nfollowed by a long island iced tea
\nit didn’t have a toll
\nwhen it was pawned off as
\nteenage angst
\nor college acceptance
\nbut when you’re 25
\nand basically unemployed
\nit stings deep
\nrubbing alcohol onto the wound
\nthat really needs stitches<\/p>\n
Instead of this
\nI know I am not the victim
\nI got away slightly scathed
\nbut with my pride intact
\nand no change to my last name
\nsee, your new girl is the victim,
\nshe doesn’t see you
\nfor the demon you really are<\/p>\n
it is Halloween every day
\nyou were a masked gentleman
\nuntil the cop pulled you over
\nfor lack of sobriety
\nshe still believes the best in you
\nas her pride is failing
\nand she fills out the grueling papers
\nto make the final change
\nat least tin foil can still count
\nas an engagement ring
\nso your hand is permanently glued
\nto a flask or a bottle<\/p>\n
gin and tears and a life wasted
\nbehind bars, or still on
\nyour mother’s couch
\nwaiting for someone to call your name<\/p>\n
I can only imagine
\nthe thoughts that linger in your head
\nbut even greater, I presume
\nare the ones washed away<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"