What's Wrong

Pills

come home

she whispers to me

her voice soft and melodic

i promise

those lies i said

stab me in the gut

a reminder of what i left

the fault line across our  borders

has torn us apart

she was sweet and innocent

like hot chocolate on a winter day

i was a bitter being

with a voice like lemonade

clearly she was addicted

i saw it in her eyes

but i couldn't help myself

her soul just tasted so good

but it wasn't my fault

that she downed those pills

how cruel life can be