“fuckin’ take me or leave me bitch,” he slurs, all drunken defiance, his smile gap-toothed from blows struck at his belligerence.
so I left him there, with his damn cheap-ass whiskey and swisher sweets.
what a fool I was, wasting so much time on him, wasting so many kisses and thoughts on a boy little more than the slime that collects on the bottom of the garbage pail, the scum that grows on shower drains.
yeah, honey, I left you there, and I may glance in the rear-view once in a while, sure. but it’s only to make sure you stay way behind, not sidled up to my window with nice things to say and spinning some shit story about all your problems.
we all know about your problems. and we all know exactly where they come from: straight outta that whiskey licking, cigarette puffing hole in your face that really shoulda been wired shut by now. so save your goddamn sob story, and save all the posing and posturing and bullshitting. we aren’t listening.
“take me or leave me”? ohh honey. you put that choice in front of me and I’ll leave you every time.