You felt like warm tea with a shot of hard whiskey.
You are my hot liquor and want to down the bottle.
You made me drunk, leaving my body loose and my soul exposed.
I guess that is why I gave myself to you.

You are not here anymore but now I am an alcoholic.
Every day I would have more and more the closer we got to our one year.
I fell in love with my drunken state of having you around.
I became blind to the fights and the fading of your love.
Its been a week since I last felt the burn going down my throat.
I claw at my neck hoping it would feel the same.
Nothing will ever feel the same.

You left today.
You watched me as my body shook and my lungs collapsed crying over your absense in my heart.
You did not speak. You shed a tear but it was no comparison to the tsunami flooding down my face.
You tried to hold me somehow thinking that your touch would cure my pain.
It usually would but not today.
Today it stung.
It burned through my skin and caused flames in my heart.
I pushed you away.
You left.

Your eyes were wire cutters and I was a ******* chain linked fence.

You broke me down link by link as you got me undressed.

You tore down the “no trespassing” sign as you took my virginity.

You found my heart and made its pathetic beat sound like Nirvana.

You rebuilt me from the inside out.

You might leave one day, taking pieces of me with you.

It will be like an earthquake hit me. I will collapse; I’ll be an unsalvagable pile of shattered parts toppled over by a broken heart.