crimson colored eyes
unconvinced they’ve been reddened
by Champagne,
most likely tinted by my tears.
Intoxicated by the cocktails,
but poisoned completely by adaptations
of love.
I’m alone and lovesick,
consumed by pain
and beset with anger.
Tenaciously I try to drink it all away
And while my levels are on high
I begin to doodle
his name
100 times…
200 times…
Like a child being punished at a chalkboard,
Over and over
until my fingers ache,
And my heart bleeds;
I’m drowning in the blood of sorrow,
sobbing uncontrollably
and wishing that I could die.
I view my frenzied artwork,
and then toss it into the blaze
I become a spectator
Watching as he burns in hell
In between the crackling and the pops
I can hear his dismal cries,
Asking for the mercy he never gifted to my heart.
The flames rage on
soothing this agonizing moment.
As memories of him dance hypnotically in the glow,
I stagger away
and pour myself another drink.
