Held In Chains Poem by mia poems

The cold liquor running down my throat. Covered in a revealing top and a small coat.
Usual Saturday night.
Ending up in a dumb fight.
Drinking and smoking away the pain.
Being held in way to strong chains.
Chains of addiction that go through my veins.
Still thinking about the day i saw him in the train.
Thinking about the day we met while it rained.
Easing the pain caused by me and you. Our never ending story, tragic and true.
Distracting myself and numbing the pain.
Hoping for a love that's held in chains.