Liquid Love

Through drunken eyes, all of his rage builds up.

He sees my weakness, and he taints my love.

"A shove is just a shove",I always say to myself.

But why do I feel so worthless and so unwell?

After a night's energy is purely and utterly wasted,

he says he's sorry and will leave the liquor untasted.

Somehow, forgiveness is prudent in our life of lies.

I just keep hoping he means it, as the time flies by.

But, tomorrow will always be the same as today.

Life with him, will make me even more washed away.

It's stupid of me to believe that there is good within him.

Sure he's sorry. If he is, then why am I bleeding again?

Tomorrow will never be the same as it was today or yesterday.

Because I'm leaving, and there's nothing more he can say.

The pain he has inflicted on me has overstayed it's welcome.

I'll never see him again, and no one will ever be able to help him.