Workaholic

I couldn’t take the stress away 

I’m sorry you had to drink away your sorrows 

If you’ve ever felt unloved  

As if your performance was the measure of your worth 

We did too 

I’ll pour you a glass 

I sentenced you to an unfulfilling life 

As you drank away your sorrows 

And I drank away mine 

From the tears I cried 

Hoping and wishing that our narratives would change 

No words were exchanged

But heaviness of heart

And the cruelest of actions 

We never talked about our pain 

Wait 

Let’s start now

You go first 

Please say something 

Please 

Please look at me

(11/4/21)