The Bottle

[singerboy]

The Bottle
by Singerboy

“Just one
and then I’m done”
His promise still lingers in my mind
It’ll be there ‘til the end of time.
How shall I remember him?
As a father or a friend
Neither I guess,
How can you love someone who’s best friend is made of glass?

“Daddy please stop, I want to go home!”
Even then I should’ve known.
As a child that begs and barters
His addiction is all that matters.
I tried to make him quit
But to him I was as good as spit.
The bottle was his child
I was just someone to talk to every once in a while.

“I love you”
I would respond with “I love you too”.
I’d look over, and see he was talking to his friend,
The cold frothy one in his hand.
My eyes would swell
Suddenly I’m no longer able to smell.
I’d feel the sting of tears
But he wouldn’t notice unless they were little beers.

He moved, first to Montana
Then to the great state of California.
There he drank to heart’s content
Him and his friend sang their duet.
However soon he became dizzy
He began to shake and feel queasy
So he was rushed to a hospital bed
And soon he would be laying there, dead.

How do you get,
Someone so addicted to quit?
How can you get someone to see
That the bottle isn’t as good a friend as me.