You found something in my lithium eyes
The leather belt left more than marks on your neck
As you buried yourself in bourbon and stink
Bonded by our death-wish
You would laugh as I would cry
Your mask was much stronger than mine
Mine as fragile as wet paper tissues
You love with the back of your hand
Waiting for your trophy wife to appear
You blame the powder and I blame myself
Grab your beers and go
I’ll call the ambulance myself
One last hug, I beg
As the apartment door slams shut
I’ll call the ambulance myself
And when you called and cared again
I bowed down to do anything, again
You came – you came and then left
Again, I called every day
Until you found your reason to make me stop
I made it out alive
Leaving behind the forsaken wasteland
That was your life, not mine
I made it out alive
Leaving you behind
This poem was inspired by a piece originally written by Shayne Rich on SubStack
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