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