Dec 18, 2005 16:51
I realized this morning
that I never want to live with someone
who has a substance issue again.
I realize that many of her issues
really aren't her fault.
That she only drinks.... sometimes
But when did I begin to forgive
being spoken to like that?
When was it that I decided
that I deserved to be treated like that?
why was it again
that I thought that the few hours of joy
the delight that she could be in between
was enough to carry me through
the shattered glass fields of everything else?