Flat Champagne

I was so drunk on you

I failed to notice that

I was the wine

Spilling down your shirt

Creating a puddle

At your feet

To be wiped away

I was so drunk on you

I couldn't see that

I was the bottle left

On the countertop

To be discarded with

The other recyclables

When trash day

Came around

I was so drunk on you

I didn't notice that

The telltale signs

All pointed to your

Infidelities

And I was nothing but

A common whore

To be pushed away

When it suited you

I was so drunk on you

But now I've sobered up

And see you for

The puddle

The trash

The whore

You really are

And I will have no trouble

Sweeping you out the door

Along with

The rest of the dirt

On the floor