toxic

Sitting at the bar.
Alone.
Miserable.
Drinking until life stops replaying through my head.
Drinking until your bullshit stops throbbing in my temples.
Drinking until I don't feel those few moments where you are magical.
Drinking until the tears dissipate.
I'm almost there -

Then stumbling home, and wishing tomorrow would never come.

From one loser to the next.
Why not.
It suits me.



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