The Cycle of Abuse

With the small glass before me, the painful mark you left behind on my right eye stings

1 shot

Your memory still drowns my mind

2 shots

The abuse still fresh behind my swollen closed eyes

3 shots

I start to remember your smile so true

4 shots

I remember the way your eyes always lit up when I entered a room

5 shots

I accept your "I'm sorries" and believe you when you say "it won't happen again". Just knowing with the next hit I'll start drinking once again. With only a few shots I'll begin to forget.