I Love An Alcoholic

I have been swallowed whole

Into an addict's realm

Where insanity leaks, and trickles down

In constant waves of salty droplets

That are harsher than the darkest sea.

His love is like a thunder storm,

A cussing swarm of black wind and fear;

He is a hurricane of solid clouds

That are heavy and thick with my tears.

It wasn't always this way...

Sometimes I'd find the eye of his storm.

Walls turning round hid some of the darkness;

Electricity between us felt so warm,

He was harmless.

He and I loved to praise the sunshine,

Wicked winds seemed to forever pause.

But the eye of every storm,

As we all know,

Should never be thought to be stable for long.

I have weathered his storm,

I have survived drunken destruction;

Yet I always go back

To be spun around, and dragged down

To endure the fright of thunder eruption.

I am caught in a bitter cycle,

I tiptoe on precarious clouds;

I must hope for his eye to open again,

So I learned how to cry without any sound.

I figure...

After being struck a hundred times over,

What's another lightning strike into my heart?

I continue to wonder and I wait,

I wait,

I wait...

Even as his storm slowly tears me apart.

Reviews

[Jennifer Shaw]

I love this. I had a short lived affair with such a person. He is damaged, yet beautifully magnificent. A walking cliché, a musician with a vice. He's the reason I started writing to begin with. We both knew it would never work between us, so when the affair met its bittersweet end, I let it be. I still say hello to him, but that is the extent of our interaction. As it should be, I guess... I'd love to be his friend, but I don't think we will ever be as close as we once were. Check out some of my poetry. He is referred to as "Darling" in the ones about him. I'd love your feedback. You are very talented.