Dear Alcohol,
I've been pretty high functioning for a while. I know I'll never be cured. There is no cure. I remember you. I remember everything you took from me. You took a person I wanted to marry from me the same way you took me from someone I wanted to marry more than a decade later. It's unreal being on the other side of you and the heartache. Feeling like there is nothing I can do to stop you. More than a decade ago, you snatched the first person that loved me away from me because I didn't know what you are. A decade of growth later. More than. I have changed and can see you for what you are. I can see your tendrils and suction cups, your butterfly wings that look like fungus and friendly moss, your horned growths and twigs and flowers and sun beam colors. I can see your off seasonal artisanal aromas and hellishly intriguing recipes for what they are. Your get togethers and time cheaters and machinery and armors plated with reactive impenetrable metal scales. I can see you and you've taken someone from me.
We are even.
We are square.
You took some of my friends, both of my uncles and a few aunts, my father's actual father that I never got to meet, my grandmother's husband, cousins, untold family members I'll never know, both of my parents by proxy, my childhood, myself away from my first real love, and my second real love away from me.
Fuck you.
I would say "never again", but the devils greatest feat was convincing the world it didn't exist.
You do.
Sincerely,
Hobbes
I've been pretty high functioning for a while. I know I'll never be cured. There is no cure. I remember you. I remember everything you took from me. You took a person I wanted to marry from me the same way you took me from someone I wanted to marry more than a decade later. It's unreal being on the other side of you and the heartache. Feeling like there is nothing I can do to stop you. More than a decade ago, you snatched the first person that loved me away from me because I didn't know what you are. A decade of growth later. More than. I have changed and can see you for what you are. I can see your tendrils and suction cups, your butterfly wings that look like fungus and friendly moss, your horned growths and twigs and flowers and sun beam colors. I can see your off seasonal artisanal aromas and hellishly intriguing recipes for what they are. Your get togethers and time cheaters and machinery and armors plated with reactive impenetrable metal scales. I can see you and you've taken someone from me.
We are even.
We are square.
You took some of my friends, both of my uncles and a few aunts, my father's actual father that I never got to meet, my grandmother's husband, cousins, untold family members I'll never know, both of my parents by proxy, my childhood, myself away from my first real love, and my second real love away from me.
Fuck you.
I would say "never again", but the devils greatest feat was convincing the world it didn't exist.
You do.
Sincerely,
Hobbes
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