Alcohol is killing me without a single drop on my lips

A quick buzz gave him that huge smile 

As we hug each other tightly in the kitchen 

As quick as the words had triggered his mind

Turning my own soft love into pure anger 

He disappears as I stomp about, hissing and bitching 

My mind races instantly as my blood begins to boil 

I’m pregnant sick and tired , now furious over the thought of his beers that I believe he does not need changing his motives into a lazy drunken mess

Feeling relentless, I cannot move on 

We hug after much time passes but his finger slowly glides over to my crotch 

Disgusted as I feel him and none of it feels real 

I will not let the alcohol be the reason for him to try and touch me to make things better 

I ache inside 

I cannot get this image out of my throbbing heart and mind 

I will wait till tomorrow 

For a new day that begins off sober.