I Loved You Most

And, when the strength you found in the bottle

Brought out the affectionate side of you,

You would hug and hold me so close, while

Wrapping me in your deceptive warmth.

I didn’t care that you were drinking.

And, when you would howl out her name

In unbearable, heart-wrenching agony,

Unable to raise your broken body and soul

Off the cold tiled bathroom floor.

I didn’t care that you were drinking.

And, when you looked at me confused and

Unable to even recognize my face because of

The ferocious hunger you felt to bring her back

While your grief was swallowing you whole.

I didn’t care that you were drinking.

Because, when the lights at night were dimmed,

And you thought she was the one lying next you,

Because, when the lights at night were dimmed,

And you thought she was the one lying next you,

You would reach out and tenderly hold me tight,

Loving my body with such rapture, that

I didn’t care that you were drinking.

I loved you most when you were drunk.

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My story is filled with broken pieces, terrible choices, and ugly truths. It is also filled with comebacks, peace in my soul, and a grace that has saved me.

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Julie Longstreet Wehmeyer

My story is filled with broken pieces, terrible choices, and ugly truths. It is also filled with comebacks, peace in my soul, and a grace that has saved me.

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