True Love (Should've been me)

Ninety Pounds riddles with
alcohol induced diabetes
Barely visible remains
of the one who
Kept me alive
The life in your eyes
When you angrily
Willed me back to
Mine
Violently shaking me into
Unwelcome Shrapneled thoughts
Of Future
Hurling Strength into my
Faded Jaded soul
Forcing my drugged bloodless
Heart to beat
Making me believe
The unbelievable
Waiting for the predictable
Justifiable slap
That never came
The determination
In your expression as
You flatly refused to let me go
Into that perpetual night
Razor sharp
Deadman's Curve
Turned Tables
Years later
Watching you slip
Into the same abyss
from which you set me free
I feel
It should've been me.

*For Steve*