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Your Drug of Choice

You left me
To be with her

You drank her down
And came home to me

You thought I wouldn’t know
But I could smell her on your breath

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You brought her home
And I let it slide

Again and again
I found her in my bed

I finally gained the courage
To tell you no more

“If you bring her home again
I won’t stick around”

And you brought her home again.
It was between me and her…

You chose her.
And I’m sorry…

Sorry,
That I wasn’t your drug of choice.

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In my soul. The worst heartache seems to be when you're not the first choice. When you continue to love the person even though you know there are others and they still don't see your worth. I am sorry you went through that. This was a powerful write. Well done.

~RoseBlack~

This was honestly very difficult for me to write but I felt it was important to share, for those who can relate, for those who need the courage to leave a bad situation, for myself to remember my worth, and for me to look back on years from now and remember that I had the strength to walk away.

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Very much for your kind words, Mark. This one was a challenge for me, so I thank you for your feedback!

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that this was a story about an addiction; one that you could "smell on your breath". I'm thinking that it is alcohol, a smell that is easily identifiable. I know, I smelled it on my father's breath many nights, while we were afraid of what his mistress would have him do. ~Geez.
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This must be the place, 'cause there ain't no place like this place anywhere near this place.

Unfortunately, that is exactly what this poem is about. It's one I never wanted to write.

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it is unfortunate that you had to deal with those emotions and the situation. I am glad that you have written about them; maybe it will encourage another to get out of a bad situation and live without the fear of another's addiction hurting them and those they love. We were fortunate in that my mother feared for our safety and left my father. Great telling of a tragic story. I'm sure that you have done a service to all who read this; thinking "This is me". ~ Geez.
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This must be the place, 'cause there ain't no place like this place anywhere near this place.

Fear for my children's safety... so I'm leaving too. I hope you're right, that this poem will reach more people than just myself. Thank you for your kind words and feedback!

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that you are still in the process of leaving. Take care, I hope everything works out for you. ~ Geez.
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This must be the place, 'cause there ain't no place like this place anywhere near this place.

It's been a process. I have to get all my ducks in a row and make sure that me and the kids have somewhere to go before I finally take that step.

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A toxic situation is one of the hardest and bravest things to do. Even when it seems that it follows you....it may take time but you will find your way out and light at the end of the tunnel. I wish you all the best.

~RoseBlack~

for your kind words, RoseBlack! I'm sure the day will come when I will look back at this moment and be proud of myself, but in the moment, it just... well, it sucks. I'll keep my head as high as I can.

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I don't know whether or not you are out yet, but not having anywhere to turn for assistance must be as hard, if not harder
than leaving. I'll pray for your families welfare. Good job, I know what you wrote will help others!

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