I drink to forget
About the pain and regret,
A thousand jabs
Before every sunset.
It's hard to believe
That this is my life,
How I tolerate
Shots fired by the wife.
It hurts to proclaim
That it's not a big deal,
To dismiss and ignore
How I truly feel.
"Be a Man," she had said,
As we sought to smash bugs,
Surely it was in jest
As I choke tears back in my chest.
"Be a Man," she had said,
Effortless in breath.
I must have forgot,
Love's grave's a slow death.
