Tried to Save Her

you’ll never pry kindness for my grip
she said this as my esteem slipped
dripped sideways
and took a tragic trip
I wish you would admit that you’re just lit
I said as I pried the bottle green from hands
On wrists that my as well have been slit
I let you slide onto the chair in the den
I let myself sob in the kitchen while preparing
But not daring
To realize the inevitable
To reiterate the incredible
insatiable
Truth of which she was
the proof
Her interpretation was invigorating
But no longer something I’m anticipating