Cirrhosis

I can be the bad guy

The villain

Or the criminal

If it helps you sleep at night

Helps to swallow

Each sip that drove us apart

I will be your scapegoat

So while in your drunken stupor

 You don’t have to think about

The real reason I left

You won’t have to understand

You choose the vodka over your family.

I will just be that b***h that broke your heart

Walked away and left you cold

You won’t have to think about it

While you stumble to the liquor store

Spending your borrowed money

On cirrhosis

To fill the hollowness I left.