Alcohol gave my words wings
And hurtful accusations,
Like shards of glass, cut the spaces between us.

I saw you flinch, as piece by piece,
Every word cut deep
And left you bleeding in the eye.

I didn’t pause, cut short you protest.
And drew every barb from my quiver.
Perhaps, last night I broke my bow of discontent,
And knew that blow by blow,
I had destroyed the frayed blanket
Of our own self deception.

We weren’t ever meant to be.

It’s our kids that compel us to believe
We were always meant to be.