when whiskey hugs the hardest

Bound by nothing

And still your grip is strong

Words that lift so lightly off your lips

Hit me like bricks

Constricting me until I am no more

I am floored by the way you love me

So much so it is where I spend most nights

There is no fight left in me

It is easier to just roll with the punches

In this story I am not the huntress

No in this story I am the hunted

Finding comfort in this tough love

Hoping that the apology that follows

Lasts a little bit longer tonight

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