the curse and the thirst

it was as though he was born thirsting
born with an unquenchable thirst
for a liquid nitrogen-
for the poison of the soul
alcohol claimed his life,
his all
The thirst is what took him from me
took him and raped him and left him...
broken and addicted
He is so far from me
as the poison courses down his throat,
his beautiful throat,
it sings to his soul,
drowning out my screams,
in his last indulgence
the only one that remains in him
within his longings
His eyes meet mine,
glazed, red, feverish
he closes them
As he brings the bottle to his lips
I take it and I smash it onto the ground
The crash echoes,
the sounds bounce off the caverns between us
"I love you," I scream at him,
"but I can't compete with that!"
Leaving was the hardest thing i could do
as I walked away
my chest collapsed
my body felt lit on fire
burning in this curse
conflicted and angry
I ran down nameless streets
trying to out run my curse
I set myself against abuses
trying to squelch out my love of him
sirens sounded-
lights flased-
almost desperately
I loved him and it was too much for me to bear
a million nights i have gone to sleep
and a million times i have found myself drowning in nightmares
to a broken, hollowed heart...

it seemed as though he was born thirsting,
and i was cursed to love him despite it.
~brittany
12/13/09
((...another random one, i dont really like it though...))