Addict

Pop the cork and the party starts,
you can't mend my broken heart.
You'll do for now until it all goes dark.
You can't pour happiness but numbness is nice,
when heartache and tears no longer suffice.
Feelings and good decisions fall by the way side,
as inhibitions and boundaries crash in a landslide.
Fermented grapes the drink of kings,
nobody talks about the trouble that royalty brings.
When the liquid is done flowing and the moment has passed,
all that was there before  comes rushing in fast.
The throbbing, the aching, the nausea and pain,
Forever a passenger on this runaway train.