A poem about: Poemify : A couple of 12years going through problems again. Male is an alcoholic. Woman is an anxious ocd adhd mess. Males been the one to help and support her throughout most of the relationship. Shes been trying her best now that she can and isnt sick. Shes told that she lacks. That shes a miserable fuck. That she isnt there for him. Shes told that hed rather die than be with her. That he hates her, that everyone would choose to be away from her if possible. He says this and expects her to believe that it is love. He claims to love her although hed rsther die. He claims it isn't the booze. But she claims the lasps in memory and love is what triggers it all. She claims the hatred for her is only there when the bottle is. She is lost. She is confused. She is grieving the love she used to see. She is in love and in pain. She doesnt see clearly but only wants to aim for a future woth him. He deserves it all after all. He is better than all of this. Better than she claims her to beWritten in her perspective with a rythmic tone.

Poemify : A couple of 12years going through problems again. Male is an alcoholic. Woman is an anxious ocd adhd mess. Males been the one to help and support her throughout most of the relationship. Shes been trying her best now that she can and isnt sick. Shes told that she lacks. That shes a miserable fuck. That she isnt there for him. Shes told that hed rather die than be with her. That he hates her, that everyone would choose to be away from her if possible. He says this and expects her to believe that it is love. He claims to love her although hed rsther die. He claims it isn't the booze. But she claims the lasps in memory and love is what triggers it all. She claims the hatred for her is only there when the bottle is. She is lost. She is confused. She is grieving the love she used to see. She is in love and in pain. She doesnt see clearly but only wants to aim for a future woth him. He deserves it all after all. He is better than all of this. Better than she claims her to beWritten in her perspective with a rythmic tone.

In twelve long years, we've shared our tears,
Through love's embrace and tangled fears.
You held my hand when storms would rise,
But now I see the bottle's guise.

Your words once sweet, now sharp and cold,
With every swig, your love grows old.
You say you'd rather leave, confess,
That I'm your misery, your stress.

Yet still, I strive with broken heart,
To mend the cracks, to do my part.
I've fought my demons, tried to heal,
But your cruel words, they're all too real.

You claim the bottle's not to blame,
That distant love, you still proclaim.
But when the liquor flows, I know,
The man I love seems far to go.

I'm grieving what we used to be,
A love that's faded, lost at sea.
In pain, in hope, I aim to fight,
For us to find a way to light.

For you deserve a life anew,
With joy and love, a future true.
I hope to see the man you were,
And build a world, just him and her.

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In twelve long years, we've shared our tears, Through love's embrace and tangled fears. You held my hand when storms would rise, But now I see the bottle's guise. Your words once sweet, now sharp and cold, With every swig, your love grows old. You say you'd rather leave, confess, That I'm your misery, your stress. Yet still, I strive with broken heart, To mend the cracks, to do my part. I've fought my demons, tried to heal, But your cruel words, they're all too real. You claim the bottle's not to blame, That distant love, you still proclaim. But when the liquor flows, I know, The man I love seems far to go. I'm grieving what we used to be, A love that's faded, lost at sea. In pain, in hope, I aim to fight, For us to find a way to light. For you deserve a life anew, With joy and love, a future true. I hope to see the man you were, And build a world, just him and her.