Empty Hearts and Cold Hands

Poisons

Trigger Warning

   It happened every night,
every night the bottle touched my lips,
and every night one turned into six,
and every night I hurt her.

   I didn't mean to,
but the alcohol was a demon,
it enslaved me, kept me in chains.
Told me that if I didn't drink, I would die.

  She told me things too.
After the beatings died down and the drinks wore off.
She told me that I was her heart,
that she needed me, the old me.
I told her that I couldn't stop, and she kissed me.

  At the time, I didn't know it was goodbye.
That she would pack her things and disappear into the night.
But I wish I had found a way to stop,
because she was my heart too, and now the beating has stopped..