Analysis of Mugshot

I saw your mugshot online today.
I wish I could say I was surprised,
But I already learned your real game,
And knew that bottle would be your demise.

I would like to tell you I am sorry
That you found yourself back in a cell,
Or bussed back across the border
Into your past, uncertain hell,

But that apology belongs to me
For failing to love myself enough
That I drank in your endless lies,
And craved your poisoned draft of love.