Glass Heart

Empty bottles lay at my feet.

I grab a glass and fill it with vodka.

It burns as I toss it down my throat.

I couch and wince 

Trying to get rid of the burning.

My mind drifts...

Pain.

Hurt.

Loneliness.

I pour another glass.

The heartache.

I keep going

Unable to stop.

Tears pouring down my face.

I throw the bottle against the wall.

A million pieces fall to the ground.

A million crystal tears.

One broken glass heart.

This poem is about: 
Me

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