You Said

You said we would be happy,

In a house of our own,

With a puppy or kitten.

You said we could do anything,

Like fly around the world,

Or own a boat and sail the seven seas.

You said our wedding would be a fairytale,

With doves and butterflies,

A cake with eight tiers.

You said you wouldn’t do drugs,

But what is that white stuff on the table?

You said a lot of things,

That were just dreams.

Dreams before the powder,

Before the pain.

You will never stay in therapy,

Though you say you would.

You said we would be in love forever,

But that wasn’t true.

Now I have left,

Left you with your powder, The new love of your life.

I am not sorry,

To let go of your sorry ass.

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