that must be the gin talking
and here comes the spanish princess
she kisses you on the cheek and
whispers how you have become
the world’s biggest asshole
you laugh and think that must
be the gin talking
you never remember that the story
books of your childhood never
had a happy ending
there was no royal ride into some
beautiful sunset with the love
of your life
there was always a bottle of scotch
a pretty lady you have mistaken as
a hooker and some beauty in the
corner with eyes that will haunt
you until well after your death
she is nothing but trouble so,
of course, she has to be yours
heartbreak is the dull side of the knife
eventually the scars become so damn
numb to the pain that you no longer
understand what pain actually is
and eventually
that sociopath gets to come out
and be comfortable
unaware of any damage or any
amount of hurt that persists
endless
just like love
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