she was more fucked up
than I was
popping her pills, carrying
her own flask, threatening
me with suicide and
a relationship to boot
it was good to be the lesser
of two evil doers
nothing like picking
the broad up from the
floor and dusting her off
the pills, booze
and mental illness
had one up on me
they drained her
sexual energy
I kept her by my side anyway
Why not?
the one thing I needed at the time
other than sex with a fish
(that I could get elsewhere)
were the tools she had
to deal with the other bullshit
the last time I saw her
she was still on the floor
licking varnish
her pills, booze and threats
were no good to me anymore.
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