Vortex

This is the vortex.

The grand mistake.

The chances we take.

When I'm too drunk to talk.

And you're too drunk to listen.

Followed closely by the hearts we break.

At three in the morning,

with no one else around.

When you're up and I'm down.

And we're both trying hard not to make a sound.

While consciouses scream agonizingly loud.

Morning comes and we pretend,

not to know what the other looks like in the dark.
This is the vortex
and it doesn't end here.
Next comes the shame,
then comes the fear.
Fear he will know when he looks in my eyes.
Fear of that look of utter surprise.
When I become a different person, a witch in disguise.
Come to steal his heart away and fill it with lies.
Then give it back on a broken platter.
Throw it down, tear it and shatter.
The pieces what's left of a hollow center.
The vortex, he's too stunned to mention.
Silence, I'm still too drunk to listen.