Looks Like

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.