Original Poems

Bitter Blame

I swallow you
and it burns like fire
being poured down my throat.

I feel sick
and nauseous
but I still consume you
every night I let you in.

You take over my senses

My body is vibrating.

Everything is warm.

I can't stop smiling.

Then I wake up the next morning
you sit by my bed.

Waiting.

Waiting.

Waiting for me to give in to you
you aren't the same
you are different from the night before
somehow you sting more
and all that happiness fades away

I hate you.

I love you.

Tears pour out of me like you poured into me
I can still taste you
its old and sour
I spend my day hating you for making me feel this horrible.

But now it's 3 am
and I'm lonely
and cold.
and sad.
and tired.
you're still there
sitting by my bedside.

It's then I forget how I felt the day before
the pain was still there but I forget you caused it
and I remember how good you used to make me feel
how exhilarating it was when you took away my lonely aching.

I let you in.
I gulp you down.
I take you completely.

The hurt becomes fuzzy
I don't feel good like before
I just feel numb.

I can't blame you for hurting me
You help me
I hurt me
You can't blame the drink when there is a hand pouring it.