How now, in the middle of paradise am I awakened in restless intervals?
Darkness coursing through my veins as the person I love, taunts me with their labored sleep.
The stench of booze washed away with Listerine and cigarette smoke covered up with body spray.
I can't stop thinking of how much I want to place a pillow over their face.
Every night previous, just like this.
Followed by layered anger that teeters insanity and places blame and hatred on the innocent.
What will it take to be happy in paradise?
Something I was looking forward to for months but can't wait to be over.
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