You proved that love could be a bitch dressed in red and yellow tulips,
Like an abrupt way of how the sun and moon eclipsed.
But I never realized that letting you go could be this rough.
It seems like the tears I shed every minute weren't enough.
I thought I could handle the moments you weren't here,
The moments that losing you is all I fear.
But then I figured that vodka was easier to swallow,
than the fact you left me with pain and sorrow.
-A.
