A Collection Of Thoughts

A Poem by Marinabeana

I stumble up the stairs
Stare into the mirror
Smile at the thought of you
Fix my hair
Leave the bathroom
To go back downstairs
Hold the railing
Miss a step in the dark
Fall down the stairs
All the way down
Hard
Crash
Injure myself
Can’t breathe
Can’t speak
“What was that?!”
My body hitting the floor
I begin to cry
Not only because I am hurt badly
But because I am hurting badly
And I did this to myself
Because I am drunk
Like always
“It’s okay”
You hold me
I sob
I am grateful for you
Seeing me like this,
I wonder why you enjoy my company
But I am glad that you do