Living in Misery

laying awake I think of you,
soft lips, warm touch,
i wish it was true.
your wide smile and happy eyes,
always revealing a surprise,
our future always crosses my mind,
silently, it put you in a bind,
to love me or love not,
the decision always kept you distraught.
my love for you bloomed,
while your love wilted,
neglecting me became your favorite pastime,
making me believe this was like last time.
our love seemed hard to swallow,
while liquor upon liquor you began to wallow,
alcohol became your addiction,
making this relationship stranger than fiction,
who are you? I would think,
picturing you indulging in another drink,
stop it! i would pray,
this is not the man who said he loved me that day,
who the hell are you?
better yet, where are you?
when you find the man i love, give me a call,
because as of right now, i want nothing to do with you at all.