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Vodka and Saltwater
Drowning in the sweet things I said to you,
The countless gifts that money can’t possibly buy,
The diadem I placed upon your mane of long, flaxen hair,
The tiara I worked days and nights to bestow to you,
Withstanding the horrors of the cruelty of minds within,
To procure my prize for you.
But you dropped it,
Casting it to the ground,
Denting the surface.
So you can understand
Why I had to do the same to you.
Because I love you.
I reminisce about the little things you did,
And I regret the even smaller ones
That turned out to be bigger than I thought.
They created this fire inside of me.
Because you were my crown.
I begged you to fit just right
As I had done so many times for you.
But you disparaged my pleas,
So I forced you to fit.
I gave you my heart
And whenever you cracked it,
I had to do the same to you.
Because I love you.
After all it was only fair,
Wasn’t it?
The knot holding us together,
She chose to fray it.
There is a knot in her fingers,
Crossed and concealed behind her back.
But unfortunately,
Blood cannot seal the frayed edges.
So she took her blood with her,
The blood I spilled
Only while trying to prevent it from escaping,
Crashing against the concave cliffs of the wine goblet.
And as I stare into it,
Recalling the unfamiliar touch
Of the bottle to my fingers,
And the familiar one
Of the glass to my lips,
I am forced to seal the frayed edges
Of a love never returned
With vodka and
A little salt water.
