The Bottom of a Bottle

At the bottom of a bottle is where I'd always find you.
The despairing Lady Liquor has got her claws on you.
Just one drink, only one more.
On the floor, passed out choking on spew.
How can you, me, we live like this?
What do you expect me to do?
Boundaries, Consequences and angry Ultimatums.
If you ever drink again we will be through.
Can you even stay sober?
It's not for me, you have to do it for you.
I want to see empty bottles and not worry.
To have hope that your happiness grew.
That you are not alone but have found a group.
To show you when your thinking has gone askew.
Accountability for your darkest moments.
To create your life anew.