Maybe this time
Maybe I’ll reach you this time
Maybe my words will find a place in you that’s ready to hear them
A part of you that doesn’t fear them
Maybe this time it won’t be a one-way conversation I hold with myself
While another empty bottle falls off the shelf
Maybe I’ll find the right thing to say
That one thing that can make this nightmare go away
Or maybe I’ll spend my whole life knocking on a door that was never going to open
Maybe I’ll shout into the abyss forever, hearing nothing back,
but the echo of my own desperation
of trying to save someone when I know, deep down,
that isn’t how this works
But maybe this time will be different
Maybe I’ll reach you this time
and you’ll place your hand in mine
Ready to hear what I’ve been shouting for years
My pleas, once vocal, are now silent whispers
Not in defeat but in the name of survival
A necessity for my own revival
Love is hard when there’s a bottle in the way
The elephant in the room
I don’t know what to say
Maybe I’ll reach you this time
Because we can’t carry on this way
Marie
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