I Can't Do It. by Kelli Gavin

I can’t do it.

I just can’t.

You drink until you think you want me.

I drink and I don’t care anymore.

You pour me another glass.

I smile and pretend to be thankful.

Thankful for something I don’t want.

For something I don’t need.

That something is you.

Not needed.

Not wanted.

Stop pretending the drinks are what you are schlepping.

Just give me the drink.

The amber liquid is often what enables to me to move.

To get up and go right out the door.

Pour me another.  

This is the one.

This is one that will make me move.

Because I can’t do it.

I just can’t.

Kelli Gavin lives in Carver, Minnesota with Josh, her husband of an obscene amount of years and they have two crazy kids. She is a Writer, Professional Organizer and owns Home & Life Organization and a small Jewelry Company. She enjoys writing, reading, swimming, and spending time with family and friends. She abhors walks on the beach (sand in places no one wishes sand to be), candle lit dinners, (can’t see) and the idea of cooking two nights in a row (no thank you).
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