If only I had been awake when she was leaving. I should never have let her go.
I bet she left that glass of wine, on her side of the bed, on purpose. She knew that I would come looking for her in there. I would sip her wine. Somewhere far away, fresh blood will flood her pale face. Ease the pain, as I draw my last few drops of her, with not-so-secret desperation and mounting regret.
She will go make mistakes of her own, to feel less troubled by mine. This is not what her shrink would recommend. But her shrink doesn't know her like I do.
I bet she left that glass of wine, on her side of the bed, on purpose. She knew that I would come looking for her in there. I would sip her wine. Somewhere far away, fresh blood will flood her pale face. Ease the pain, as I draw my last few drops of her, with not-so-secret desperation and mounting regret.
She will go make mistakes of her own, to feel less troubled by mine. This is not what her shrink would recommend. But her shrink doesn't know her like I do.
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