Whiskey

He blamed the bottle,

For I was his queen,

But it controlled his subconsciousness.

A Bruised face and a black eye, 

Became my morning signature.

But he knew not what the night had served me.

He was my doctor everyday

Nursing the wounds he had drawn on me

Apologies were our daily breakfast 

Trying to erase images of a night he didn't recall.

He was a king by day,

But every nightfall

The bottle brought a monster in my house.

A victim I was, 

but for love sake, he was my monster.

At night he yearned for my blood 

Trying to quench his thirsty soul 

Hoping he'd feel man enough.

But all he did was sent me to an early grave.

Hidden in the name of love 

"for better for worse" I stayed,

caged with a diamond ring.

Blaming it all on a bottle of whiskey.