Beautiful, broken, and abandoned.
The second I see her in my bar,
With cover charge stamps plastering her hands,
I know what I have to do.
Take her home,
Get her into bed,
Where I know she’ll be safe.
I do exactly that.
Leaving her keys and my number,
As I lock the door behind me.
She deserves more,
So much more.
Shattered, vulnerable, and alone,
Trapped in a lifetime of hurt,
Trying to break the cycle.
But he came in,
From my circumstances.
Showing me compassion,
Proving I am so much more.
More than just a pathetic drunk girl.
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