don't drink

Emerging from the depths of pain, ignorance and pale emotions, this mans heart remained stoic, chissled from stone and beating only to maintain blood flow in his rigid body. Hurt and utter disappointment was all he knew. He had for seen his future, bleakness on the horizon, a bowl of dry and blackened rose petals.
Stone cold, a man eating beast of burden awoke to the smell of stale cigarettes and the feel of stained and ruffled sheets. She was living in a realm of musty odors, filtered sunlight and dirty, cold hardwood floors. A splash of cold water to the face would relieve the matastasizing throb under her icy blue eyes. Whiskey, a wretched stench at ten o'clock in the morning emerged out of stale mouth and cracked lips which were hidden by blood red lipstick.
They met under circumstances that could only unite the type of baggage that one carries for an around the world trip to oblivion. Both of them hardened, sad and disappointed as to what their lives had amounted to, the first glimpses of eachother were merely recognition of the others outward expression voicing that they were done. Done, done chasing an uncontrollable beast, done repeating insanity(doing the same thing over and over again expecting different results) over and over again. Done making excuses for years of borrowed time and less than extraordinary choices, the adjoining of both energies surmounted to a crossing of paths at a meeting for recovery.
After six months of bumping shoulders and witnessing change and re-birth of electrical energy in each other, the two spoke to one another. Exchange of words was limited and soft. Humble in nature , neither one was yet an embodiment of confidance.
Coffee and shared plumes of cigarette smoke would bring these healing souls together. Scar tissue would be indefinite, but over time would fade, exposiing flush, healthy skin, warm smiles and a hint of tranquility. Joy would come regardless on an individual levelfor each knew they could not rely on the other for protection from the dark alleys that were their own minds. Co-dependancy could not salvage their dampened souls, only a personal relationship with God could do this. None the less, souls will unite and that they did.
Choices are made, sexual energy grows and emotions play out like a risky game of poker set against a noisy house of confusion.
As the stability of sobriety came to pass, comfort now reigned as did complacency and a lapse of reason that was a constant. Emotions flooded these two just as did the putrid toxins that once were packed in their vanes.
As the tide commenced, the sun set and the moon rose, the time that passed assured ill fate to a once blossoming romance.
Bargaining, denial and the baggage they once individually carried now shared the same overhead compartment. Personal demons spilled over into jealousy, resentment and insecurity. Ties that once binded were now broken, liquid hell would initiate their downward spiral once again.
This is the fate one assuredly chooses when romance and all that comes with it takes prescedance over our personal growth in sobriety. Time and time again this has proven itself to be true, and yet the persistance continues as we detach our hearts from our minds.