Apologies are forgotten on his lips,
and bones crumble beneath his skin.
He clutches his last few numbing sips,
He clings to the bottle like medicine.
The sting of his words lingers in the air,
The house’s emptiness feels suffocating.
True love has vanished, lost in an affair,
She eyes her left hand, tears cascading.
Another round for his heart’s infection,
This pain will neither drown nor sink.
He stares down into his own reflection,
Yet sees nothing but his poison drink.
His lips leave nothing but a bitter taste,
Every comment burns like a lethal injection.
Nights on the couch, then a ring misplaced,
She blames herself for his lack of affection.
Pockets are empty and bottles run dry;
Now his love for her is suddenly reborn.
Tears pool within each bloodstained eye
As he saunters back to the heart he's torn.
Her concern rises as the sun fades to black,
She despises herself but she’s not ready to quit
Praying for his return like a love-sick maniac
She needs him more than she’s afraid to admit
He’ll sober himself with the sunrise,
And disguise his stench behind flowers.
He’ll fall on his knees and apologize,
And tears will shine amidst her glowers.
She detests the fact that she let him take control
And hates herself for forgiving him once more
Though his deluded love has crippled her soul
She’ll endure the pain for the one she adores.
Each soul the others masochistic addiction,
Torture and pleasure inextricably combined.
Their toxic love is a twisted self infliction;
Two broken lives with pieces intertwined.
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Cardiac Masochists
PoetryThis piece is co-written with my brilliant friend, and fantastic writer, TumblingthruLife. So make sure you show her at least half of the love for it! I'm particularly fond of this poem and she made it happen in a big way, so thanks and credit go...
