Spent by @CatEleven

It started with the golden
With the bubbles cut with acid
With the burn and the bite
With the sickly sweet
The confused fumblings
The morning rumblings
A barely there faze
And a mustard heat haze

Then the golden turned
The silver replaced
The liquid alloy
Hitting every surface
Down to the fingernails
Down to the quick
The whole lemon
Stuck in a throat

Oozing citric
From pores made to breathe
Clogged with a hurt
That dulls
With the shot
Through the chest
And the pints of pain
Dousing a raging fire

The self medication
Of the liar
Telling tales to oneself
In the long old nights
And the endless mornings
The lining failing
The skin falling away
The reasons repeated

As a mantra
The lie you repeat
In the hope of belief
The partner you have to leave
The child you must abandon
I’m your pill and your poison
Your start and your end
A bottomless well to nowhere

Put out my fire
With a run through the bitter
A biting wind to clear
The fear
Kick at the dying embers
With a love for the now
For the open and solemn
For the real and sincere

There you are
A current pulling at your strings
The depths a-whirling
Coming up from the deep
You’re flotsam and jetsam
A half day in
A half day out
And every night
You ebb further away
I’ll hoist my sail
I’ll turn my hull North
And I’ll row and row
I’ll scale the waves
That beat us down
That tempt the fear
That spin us wayward
Until we’re blinded by spray
My little lifeboat
Will carry two
Your seat is safe
Throwing ropes
Throwing stones
Throwing caution
To a wind full of salt
And time, in time
Hold on, I have you