yes, our story could have been beautiful if we had just
lasted.
but we didn't.
we won't be telling this story to our seven grandchildren sixty years from now.
this is probably not the type of story you'd tell to children.
this is probably the type of story you'd tell at an A.A. meeting ten years from now when they ask how you started.
and you would tell them about me
and how my hands burned
right through your chest the very first time
i touched you.
and tell them the liquor
cools the burns i left.
that nothing burns nearly as badly as
my words did the day you
started swallowing them.
i really meant all those apologies.
i'm sorry they got caught
on the way down your throat.
i'm sorry about the burns.
i wasn't always like this.
YOU ARE READING
forget.
PoetryThere is mention of depression, suicide and self harm in certain chapters in this book; if that bothers you in any way, please don't read. if you choose to, however, be warned. ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~
