I drank too much last night,

drinking in the attention

from my low neckline,

skin tight, red dress 

I wanted you to see me in. 

There were hands on my body, 

that belonged to men 

with no business touching me. 

Paying for drinks,

to see where it would end. 

I came home alone. 

But I only remember half of the night. 

I woke up alone,

the skin tight dress a heap on the floor,

and you are half way 

across the country,

returning to a wife that does not

deserve you. 

And I will be waiting to play house 

when you return to me. 


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