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Epic poetry "Dead Air"

Updated on March 5, 2014

"Dead Air"

My heart breaks a little more every time I watch you stumble through the door...I don't know why it comes as a surprise when it's happened a hundred times before.

Maybe wishful thinking, always hoping that you would realize you're capable of so much more.
In my heart this endless battle I'm fighting with myself this never ending war.

This relationship isn't even about you and I anymore, it's you and the bottle, so why am I even here; can you tell me dear, what for?

I'm sick of being put down, disrespected, and made to feel like some kind of inconvenience in your life... you tell me you love me, but why...

What for???

What for???

If you can't show me love then why tell me...

Really what for???

Your words are nothing but dead air...


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      Jaye Denman 4 years ago from Deep South, USA

      Loving someone with an addiction is a very difficult, unhappy place to be. It calls for a major decision: do you love enough to want to help him fight that battle, no matter how long it takes? If so, you must take care of yourself first.