My Weakness

By Goutham Satheesh

Was my weakness to love you,

Why am I crying alone in my bed.

I still yearn to be in your arms,

Even when you've closed them for me.

Should I stop thinking about you,

And pick up a bottle of whiskey.

Or should I end this pain at once,

And pick up the bottle of poison.

My legs are starting to feel numb,

My eyes are growing heavier.

Is it the whiskey that's helping,

Or the pills mixed in it.

I always knew I was an option for you,

But never knew I'd make you a priority.

I was an idiot to fall for you,

Let your friends know that too.

I'm dead for you for weeks,

It's high time I made it a reality.

You'll never hear from me again,

Nor the cries my soul make.

By Goutham Satheesh