You watch tears spill from my eyes,
You stare at me then grin maliciously.
You take another sip of your poison
as you watch my mouth make weak shapes.
You refuse to listen-
shouting over every whimper or word I express.
You love watching and shouting as much as you love your liqueur.
Instead of comforting me,
you take another sip.
Sip after sip after sip.
You hope that I don't realise the empty glass
but I do...
You then refill your glass with more of whatever it is that makes YOU happy.
You know, film directors always dream of having the freakiest characters for their horrors,
or the craziest psychotics for crimes.
However I'm not one of those dreaming directors so go and act like a monster some place else!