go back to her, not me

you’re lying on the left side,
of my crumpled, unmade bed,
you glance at me with disgust,
and you shake your head.
your mouth pours out words,
whilst I pour the liquor,
I drink and I drink,
until my mind gets thicker.
you’re back on your high horse,
saying I’ve started a fire,
but baby I’ve known for months,
that I’m all you desire.
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