Sinking

muttering, stuttering
falling to the kitchen floor
shouting, screaming
it's only one glass more
taking your anger out on others
has become daily routine
I don't know what I've done
is it me that makes you so mean?
or is it the wine?
or the failure of your marriage
seeping to the surface?
one more sip, another shot
you promised me you'd end this
someone make her stop
you're tearing yourself to shreds
pushing people away
just so you can feel in control with
some cider at the end of the day
I shouldn't be so scared
but I am
you think I'm being delusional
making up stories to damage your fragile ego
why am I trying to help you still?

we don't forget the scratching or the bruising
or that time you left me at the bottom of the stairs
a defeated mess while you smiled,
victorious
we don't forget, despite what you think
I still have that bruise from when
you knocked my head against the bathroom sink
we don't forget, but try to move on
as you open another bottle
and think you're never in the wrong