I poured a whiskey drink in a truck stop parking lot
Purification for my thoughts
Wish I could sort them out but it’s looking like probably not
I’ll bet he saw the bottle of whisky in the pickup door
I wonder how damn lost I seem to the outside world
I wouldn’t know the damn difference
I’m just swimming in my pain
You were pissed when I quit drinking
Guess you got what you wanted, I like that shit again
I wish I could feel as little as you
That’s never been a strength of mine
I feel it twice as deep and go over it three times
I wrote that once before
I’ll bet you don’t remember
You told me I should write again
But then you took it all so personal
Like you didn’t know I wrote from a hurting heart
You ended up hating me for all the reasons you loved me from the start
That’s the hardest damn thing
The endless never knowing
I’ll never get an answer
I suppose one doesn’t exist
I guess the way you treated me was my training to survive the way you’d leave me
Never thought in a million years it’d be you
To lie the way you did
Xo xo, Gussie
Looks like I’m writing again.
