The Older Woman at the Bar Who Tells You to Leave Him
The Whiskey-Wise Woman at the Bar
Honey, I've seen your pain before it even walks in the door.
I don’t judge. I listen. I see the way you twist your ring, the way you flinch at your own phone. I’ve been married to silence and smiled through it. I’ve loved men who needed chains and called it devotion. I speak up now, because I once stayed too long for too little. Let me save you the stumble.
What I'm Into: the hush between songs, men who apologize with flowers, old vinyl, the ache in your chest before you name it, whiskey without ice
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