empty words, like glasses.
bullshit on the rocks,
with a twist. this time
i'm to blame and i'd rather
drink to lies then
the truth hiding at the
bottom of my glass.
this is the short path
to disarming me. lost
words found in toilets
around midnight.
wipe the vomit
from lips that spilled
and tongues that kissed;
betraying.
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