I look in the mirror, <br />and see a blank stare. <br />The reflection will always change, <br />but I never will. <br />As deeply sick as always, <br />I may be ill, but I am real. <br />I'll be the skeleton, <br />most hide in their closet. <br />Your innocence has slipped away, <br />you're falling to such a demanding state. <br />Shivers aching down my spine, <br />my stomach kicks. <br />I'm so scared for you. <br />If any were to hide, <br />it'd be you. <br />With whiskey blood, <br />I'd tell you the things lingering in my heart. <br />Tell you I miss you, <br />and wish you'd miss me. <br />With such an intoxicated love, <br />I'll keep you close. <br />You protect me, <br />you frustrate me. <br />I sit and tear, <br />as my life falls to shambles. <br />Within a whisper, <br />I could grow faith. <br />Your lips so softly pressed to mine, <br />it makes me sick to think of... <br />My heart will implode in my chest, <br />if ever I have to see such a thing again. <br />My blood curdles, <br />when I smell her on you. <br />Such familiar lies, <br />almost comfort me. <br />You deserve better than I. <br />You can find perfection, <br />where I lacked. <br />You will love as if your life were suffering from it. <br />You will hold, <br />like you'd never let go. <br />To stand so erect, <br />I will collapse faster. <br />Life is so fragile, <br />and easily lost.<br /><br />Dakota Ellerton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/whiskey-blood/
