On the trash heap
For the last three months, I have had a mental struggle against the three D's.
Each time I returned from Whitchurch, Bristol, after going to meet a lady who claimed to love me, a part of me died, or became poisoned.
Today was the day, I lost the battle.
I've been Devoted to keeping the "relationship," her term, not mine, alive.
I was Desperate to know if a lady could love me.
Now, i accept I'm Delusional, no lady would want me, and I'm fine with that now I've stepped back.
Fighting the Dragon
I have given up fighting the urge to drown my sorrows with Vodka, one day soon, I'll open the bottle of Dragon Vodka i have.
After all, who cares, not I.
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