trish anne


After Countless Battles

After countless battles I know I have lost the war,
I have lost you to yourself and the smell of alcohol.
You don't even show me to the loser’s door.

You drink so much and you let booze take the floor.
Yet we try for focus and clarity sobriety brings, but
After countless battles I know I have lost the war.

Poor me, got taken down like opponents of Villasenor’s,

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