In a bit of a reflective mood and felt the need to vent this, I haven't posted on here before but I normally write much happier stuff. Let me know if you've got any tips for me on my writing:

poem:

It's 4 o clock in the afternoon
You're still shuffling about in a dressing gown
Don't you know it really gets me down
That you reek of poison
And you can hardly see?

Yet you're the one telling me to leave

As I'm standing in your doorway looking gorgeous
You know you'll never get another one like me.

It's pretty rich to say that I can do better
when you can't even string a sentance together
fill your days with nothing and your glass with booze
What exactly have I got to lose?
The fact that I'm too good for you is plain to see
You know you'll never get another one like me

The thing is, when you were sober,
no-one could have ever loved me any better.
But too many if's and but's
make it just too hard to love
Maybe saving you wasn't something I could do,
But you will never get another Me,
And I will never get another one like you.