it's happening again
you: tied down to the bed
with tubes and turmoil
me: crying and pacing
with medicinal hoplessness
this time the madness
isn't leaving you
and i'm left with fragments
memories of the good you
but more of the bad you
spill recklessly over me
my anger defeated by sadness
my hopes defeated by reality
time ticks away slowly
and i'm caught between
its irrelevant hands
wishing it would somehow
end differently but
knowing it will inevitably
end up with you coming home
and thrashing through the house
for the final, hidden bottle
