When Sugar Meets The Poison

We walked side by side for so many years,

Through laughter,

through secrets,

through silence,

through tears.

I thought we were stronger than tempests or flame,

But choices were made,

and nothing’s the same.

You carry a burden the world cannot see,

A battle of sugar,

of blood,

silently.

Your veins are the map of a war you can’t quit,

A war that demands every ounce of your wit.

But then came the bottle,

its burn and its lies,

A thief dressed in glass with a shimmer that ties.

For those without battles,

it’s reckless,

it’s wild,

But for you it’s a dagger,

not harmless, not mild.

I warned you,

I begged you,

I shouted your name,

But you reached for the poison and played the old game.

Your laughter was hollow,

your steps turned askew,

And I stood there helpless,

still caring for you.

Do you know what it’s like to watch someone choose

A sip over safety,

their health set to lose?

Do you know what it’s like to sit there and pray

That sugar won’t crash and just sweep you away?

The friendship we built,

it cracked in that night,

When you drowned in the drink instead of the fight

Trust is a fragile and delicate thread,

And the moment you snapped it,

the friendship was dead.

I wish I could tell you I don’t really care,

That your choices don’t haunt me,

don’t hang in the air.

But betrayal runs deep when it’s health that’s at stake,

And love turns to ashes with each choice you make.

So here is the truth I can no longer bend:

Type 1 and the bottle can never be friends.

And neither can we

not like we were before,

You opened that bottle,

and closed a locked door.