Here is a story about dysfunctional love,
Leaving a liquor bottle of whiskey unopened in her place.
She resembles the love I feel for that bottle,
Poisonous and can’t get enough.
There’s days where heading back seems easier,
When there’s days like this there’s others where,
I look back and notice that it’s even harder going back.

Even harder in the fact of emotional abuse,
Looking back, sure she made me feel good,
But it’s even harder when she blamed hard decisions…
about life on me, every day she wanted to die she blamed…
On me.

Here is a story about dysfunctional love,
She’s the poison within the liquid of the unopened liquor,
Killing the most needed organs slowly until I’m on the transplant list.
Just about a year goes by, stealing my organs, but the most needed one.
She stole my heart within an act of revenge, instead of handing it back..
She crushed it, looking over ash…
Then she blamed me.

She left me hanging, banging my head,
She watched me die slowly in the distance,
Grasping at my chest for the heart that she tore out then…
Kicked in the stomach, apologizing when she did it,
She’s the reason I hated myself, but she hated herself too, but she blamed…
It on me.

Here is a story about dysfunctional love,
Leaving a liquor bottle of whiskey unopened in her place.
She resembles the love I feel for that bottle,
Poisonous and can’t get enough.
There’s days where heading back seems easier,
When there’s days like this there’s others where,
I look back and notice that it’s...
Even harder going back.