My Happy Ending

The bottle's calling my name; chanting threats,
And my breath smells like last night's cigarettes,
But these four walls are caving in around me -
They won't let me forget the man you used to be.

I tore apart the pillows; ripped up the bed sheets -
Cursed and screamed to the moon of your deceit,
I haven't slept in days; eyes are bloodshot red,
And the whiskey and nicotine is getting to my head.

I can hear your sweet voice; calling me to you,
But you're not here; I've searched the whole house through,
I looked in every corner; stared out every window,
Where you ran off to when you left, I don't know.

You thought you knew me all to well; so you said:
"There are way too many thoughts stuck in my head,
But I've just got say; I think you'd be much more happy,
If you turned your back and walked away from me."

You put my heart in your back pocket; turned away,
Let go of my hand; said it was over for good that day,
"This is goodbye, I'm sick and tired of pretending;"
Were your last words, so this is my happy ending?

-Jenna Elphick
June 13, 2007