Primary Color 0.1 [letters I'll never send]

Dear Lucas,

You've been coming to the saloon a lot more than usual, yer prick husband botherin' you again I assume. you'd always get drunk and complain to me about him sleepin' with other men when he was outta town, talk about how ya wish you n' I could pack our things and skip town. Hypocritical bastard.

You'd hold me close and tell me about how sorry ya we're, you'd pull me by my tie and make me kiss a married devil. I still have scarring on my arms from when you'd dig your nails into my skin, how'd you stain my shirts a bloody mess. Maybe it was just the liquor but when I'd kiss ya I could still taste the filthy words ya choked up in the mornin'...you we're a nasty alcoholic, ya still are.

 I'd stare out at the horizon and you'd go on about how ya wish Liam was more like me. 

I hated how ya made me feel. I hated how I loved when ya pulled me in and we'd press our scruffy faces together til we lost breath. I loved the way you hurt me and I'm ashamed of it. Now you're bringin' Andy into the saloon and yer both laughin' while I'm servin' drinks and all I can think of is how ya treated me. What? yer gonna take him from me the second I got somebody in my life? 

I'd make sure ya sobered up before leavin' after the long nights of you spillin' out your frustrations. in the mornin's you'd ask what I was doin' in yer house, that you're a married man and love no other, you knew exactly what you we're doin that night, drinkin' yer problems away and playin with my feelings.

I've always hated alchoholics like you, Lucas.

-Sam

[Authors Note: sorry this one kinda sucks lol]