I'm not like them, I don't drink, smoke, or **** like them. I'm not that girl, I don't look, dream, or think like her. I'm not like him, or her, or them. I'm not any of this, so why am I here?
heavy breathing moaning the alcohol in our throats burning, the fire in our hearts raging we're just young, dumb, and in love laying naked among the stars you whispered i love you and i knew you didn't mean it because i could smell the ***** on your breath and it broke my heart because i knew that when the stars gave way to the bright morning light i would be nothing more than another drunk regret the memory of the time we shared would fade as the sun erased the stars, the brighter it got the more you forgot so i took another shot to help me forget
Written on 8/12/15 after a night of drinking and ***
I watched her skin Go from black and white Then Start filling out With color again Slowly saw the warmth That had once withdrawn Come creeping back in And the pursed lips Pointed with sorrows kiss Turned inside out and up again Refreshed like my favorite web page Reanimated Alive instead of stagnant And black hair turned to brown Her grey eyes turned to hazel explosions And the walls came crumbling down Without knowing What the showing of such warmth did I saw my skin start filling in to I was not smiling But there was life anew Brewing and burning through The dark illusions I was struggling with I never got a chance to thank her for it So this is it A poem of gratitude