as she puts the next glass
of cyanide to her lips
she knows that somewhere
in your broken words
and messed up home
that you meant to leave her
just. like. this.
down goes the glass
and down goes her willpower
isnt that what you wanted?
to see her crumble?
well here she is.
at the corner of north
and broadway
stumbling home
from the dark bar
--her haven
its the one place no one
will judge her
and tell her shes wrong
thats all you've
ever told her
there goes another glass
because you left her broken
you taught her
she can trust no one
and that drink is bittersweet
mixed with a roomful of hope
and a trace of death
maybe she just can't
out smart death
just this one time
as her lips begin to slur
and her head begins to pound
she knows shes over done it
just remember
she always listened to you
always tried her best
every flaw got exploited
every problem enhanced
every cripple highlighted
and in the end,
she stopped believing in herself
since you never did
the cyanide might pull her over
but she knows the truth--
you were the cause of this murder
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