Things turn strange
With the realization;
We’re not heading in two different directions.
We’ve chosen different means
But our endpoint is the same no matter what.
He with the bottle,
Me with medication.
Maybe I don’t love him anymore.
Maybe it’s because he reminds me of the pain
I could leave behind,
When denial of that truth is what I usually crave.
Why the hypocrisy?

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