Tacos and tequila, interrupted.

In between tacos and tequila,

I realized I was a distraction from the real work you needed to do.

I was an enabler without even being aware of it.

Until it hit me. Until it was glaring in my face

so loudly I could not hear anything else.

I was going to be the block in your progress unless I did exactly what my heart screamed,

"No! Please don't! Please."

and ended it.

I did not ask for this,

I was just a willing bystander in the war.

I did not want it this way.

It was the only way,

with your battered heart too weak to willingly stop

seeking the comfort it found

within my hands.

The only way.

X - T