Memories of 2018

And you're  the miasma within my blood.
Every bad thought incarnate.
Every ounce of venom i have starts with you.
Your arrogance  and your way with words.
How my mind was spun as if i  was on drugs.
How I believed even for a second that you could be anything more.
But I allowed it.
So I can't  really complain now can I?
I will spit you out.
I don't  hate you,no.
I should care to do that.
I can't  even recall the last time I thought of everything you've  done to me and you.
But the alcohol is plenty  in my veins, and my speech is weak.
Be well for I have left you out.
I'm  happy  now even though I'm  complaining from time to time.
This too shall pass and your memory shall fall to limbo.