Elixir of Destruction.

Watching the bottle meet her lips,
The familiar vodka scent on her breath,
Cigarette smoke filling up her lungs.
Behind those brown eyes,
I saw a stranger sitting on my couch.
She dressed up to look her best at night,
When actually she looked her worst.

She resorted to oblivion from a bottle,
Nothing else made her happy.
It hurt to see her "sick,”
to hear her vomiting in the bathroom,
to hear slurred speech and crying,
to find open bottles – empty bottles.
Addiction lived with her for years,
It was just the three of us.
She was drinking away what was left of her,
Leaving me behind.

I doubted her love,
and I couldn’t trust it.
She was weak and lost.
Fragile like a cigarette – easy to break.
The sickness spread rapidly like her lies,
Her drunken mind never spoke sober thoughts,
Only words with empty meaning.
With each sip of sin,
she dug herself into denial,
rejecting my help.
There was no light at the end of her tunnel.
This magic elixir only brought her false joy,
Empty promises.

Trying to forget every cruel word she said,
Living with constant fear of what would happen next.
I felt so lost, alone, and ashamed,
Putting on a façade everyday.
She lost me while she was trying to find herself.

Her demise was inevitable.
I shiver thinking about it,
The confusion and pain is agonizing.
But now she’s gone,
Leaving me with this wound that will never heal.