perhaps tonight,
i'd have the strength and courage
to hear your voice,
the voice that i once held onto
as if it were a lifeline;
perhaps tonight,
when my blood turns into alcohol,
the gnawing ache in my chest
would finally lessen;
perhaps only when the
alcohol has all control over
the empty shell of a person
i've become,
thinking of you would no longer
be inviting my own
death;
for i wish i had not seen the
good in you,
because it was you who tore
the fabric of my being apart,
and it was you that
drained every last remnant
of light and hope from
within my soul,
GOD FUCKING DAMN IT,
WHY DID I ALLOW YOU TO BECOME
THE DRUG THAT WAS MY
ULTIMATE ADDICTION,
WHY DID I WILL MY
STUPID HEART TO BEAT
IN THE RHYTHMN OF YOUR VOICE,
AT THE FUCKING SYLLABLES OF YOUR
NAME,
and after letting myself
drown in the thoughts
of you,
you,
and only you,
i feel that my love for you
was an affliction i brought
upon myself,
and perhaps it has been
written in the damned stars
that i let you stomp
all over my heart,
to break me into nothingness,
to kill me-
and have agony course
through my veins;
and after everything,
wouldn't it have been better for me
to have gotten drunk off alcohol
instead of your intoxicating love,
because with alcohol,
you're warned of eventual death
and with you,
i had prayed for a life,
if only i hadn't been so foolish
and willed myself to see
that you
were death in human form,
and i had rushed into your arms,
and spent countless nights
getting drunk off
your lies and empty promises.
YOU ARE READING
snowflakes and blizzards
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