From the start, I knew, it was you and me.
Little did I know, that there was a third.
From the start, it was you and me, and the bottle.
Most times, you hid it well. This partner of yours. Always hidden and unseen.
Some times, I would join you in the dance, with the bottle.
Little did I know how much you leaned on this third, this abusive partner,
who always lets you down. Who always drags you down.
Little do you know, how you could lean on me, I would hold you up.
I know your love for me is strong, I know your need for the other is also.
If only I could have you without the other, this third in our lives.
But your dance with this partner, it seems, is not over.
Your slow dance of destruction, with no room for me.
About the Creator
Katie
Really just an amateur trying my hand at this.
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