You sit there drowning in you swill,
Do you have and will?
Mincing my heart broken with every careless action,
Do my pleads amuse you, do they bring you satisfaction?
You gambol with you vice,
But what I feel isn't nice.
Wistful glance,
Has no chance.
I'm being swallowed by despair,
But you don't even seem to care.
I could never tame you,
Who ever knew?
Always an impromptu excuse, more or less a lie,
Why did it ever try?
I remember that day,
I remember pain and dismay.
(Even if I were not chocking on tears) I could never articulate what you made me feel,
Everyday I still wish it wasn't real.
I only wish disinter as to why yo