I collect my soul
Though never whole

When the pain of the past
Leaks into the present
Unpleasant resentments
Tighten in my throat
Seeping out like cold smoke
Through the splintering cracks
In my veneer

You spend your days
In drunken haze and try
To use the liquor to excuse
The things you do
Suggesting I was only
By your side to
Fill the space between
You and your next high

Realizing
A child in its mother's womb
Is not unlike
A body in a tomb
You say you don't want to waste a life
But you can't suppress your appetite
It seems a familiar thing because
It's what you always do
Avoiding truth
With out hesitation
Or sense of self-preservation

Forgive me if
I forgive
But I do not

Tell pretty little white lies
As insincere sorrow pools in
Wide brown eyes looking up guiltily
In vain
When there was never any fidelity
Just cheap substitutional remedies