The poison is slowly filling up the glass—
Take a sip;
It tastes just like death.
Swirling in my eyes and on my tongue,
Droplets of a bittersweet existence.
Hold it to the light;
The sun plays on its transparence—
Still tainted by the irony.
Toss it from hand to hand.
A sip for each I used to love.
The lingering heartache,
A fading darkness.
Revenge was never the intention here,
But it comes so easily.
Let it slip through my fingers,
Crash on the floor—
My heart among the shattered pieces.
I’ll fall too,
If just to hear the screaming of my voice—
Breathing heavily,
And, so soon, not at all.
 
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