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whiskey tears drizzle hard

mixed with shards of therapy

shattered against one of many walls

I've built to lean whispered memories against.



wicked rain whistles like restless fingers

tapping cruel against my window

reminding me another restless moment

dangles unfulfilled under a swollen sky.



I fall wounded on bruised knees

cursing a god who must've known

while I drink my last ounce of rescue

pretending that the hurt will go away.



tomorrow will eventually spoil my darkness

yielding new demons, new heartaches

and giving me another chance to see

just how much I truly miss her.