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HOW After all these years After all these fucking years HOW Do I still feel the same HOW After all these years After all these fucking years NOTHING Nothing has changed
Perhaps one more before I go. This one is dedicated to the men, a man’s height beneath the floor. Sitting in chairs, until the room starts spinning.
ℜ𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔖𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔰 𝔄 𝔤𝔢𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔟 𝔒𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔬𝔪 𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔣 𝔒𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔤𝔢 ℑ𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔴𝔢 𝔰𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔴𝔢'𝔡 𝔡𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔨 𝔈𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔨𝔢𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔉𝔢𝔟𝔯𝔲𝔞𝔯𝔶 ℭ𝔶𝔫𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔞𝔴𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔭𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫
i wish you would hold me like you hold that glass bottle like its the only thing that can comfort you, the only thing that accepts you, the only thing capable of keeping your demons at bay
I smell the whiskey on your breath Third day this week Once again you had too much Once again you took too much Why must I love you so much?
she said my touch intoxicated her like one too many rums i just hope she stays drunk on me absolutely filthy drunk for the rest of our lives Kira Instagram: @kirapoems
I was walking to the park The sign said it was closed after dark, I don't care The air was cool It could've been colder I saw a man sitting on a bench Taking turns between his beer and cigarette
I’m running out of things to do as I lie awake and think, To drink to ration out my thoughts no real time to blink. My stupid mind just leads to paths that only end in sorrow ,
I see her The drunk girl Happily stumbling into each friend Smile wide Eyes just a bit too glossy She’s happy.
Oh my, This hurting in my sternum Is very concerning I turned to smoking and drinking and pill popping as solutions. But broken hearts feel What normal hearts wish they could,
Shedding light on flaws Like street lights above our heads We relish the rays but stay in the dark We hide our mirrors Because our eyes are too keen to see the hidden storms
Kissing in the dark is what we do when we can't find the right words I don't really know where to go from here but my stomach feels broken
I am the whiskey in your stomach. I wait for you to invite me inside. I sit in my place and wait for you to need me. But you only come to me when you don’t want her. Or him. Or them. You come to me when you have lost something else.
I hate the feeling of nostalgia. I can try to go on a walk in the road, just to clear my head. But all it does is stuff my head with more memories. The summer afternoons after swimming in the
Dozing off continuouslyThe feeling of euphoria is contantly closeYou feel all the facial stretchesEyes squintingHeart beatingVoice high-pitched
Drunkenly, I smiled. "I love you."
it takes a drunk to know another drunks burden, that bridges the drinking, crosses the problem, erases the solution, that no one wants to taint their hands in, sometimes it takes
Another college party, same faces, same games, Another night she wouldn’t remember, not what she said, not any names, Her red hair was shiny, and her lips were glossed,
We pull eachother close Myself sober, yourself a drunkard comforting me after a recent breakup you hiccup, i smile i feel you breathe, the smell of fireball on your lips
I remember you telling me,I was better off without you,that the world was better offwithout you. I remember how those conversations made my heart stopand turned my body to lead,weighing me down with fear. I remember riding in the car, my knuckles
There is an empty reality for men in this world. Taking all they had. The pastors, politicians, and bosses. They remove a man's heart. And they don't fill the spot with anything. They just leave it. Empty.
As I turned the corner, there stood a man, aided by his friend, a drunk as drunk gets. He couldn't walk. He couldn't talk. He coudn't think.
Smoked through another pack of cigarettes again drunk on cheap wine and gin I stumble to the floor to watch you walk through the door standing there staring down silently at me. As I mumble to myself why do you do this?
drunk or sober it was always you there is a lonely hum in my brain where your name used to be i will drown myself to silence in it if i do not get some peace and quiet soon
It's never is your intention But it happened nevertheless. Now your joyous arrival Leaves me in distress. I am angry with reason I am sad with distress I am disappointed with hope
You don't know how much it hurt When you came home collapsing. Words slurred together into a sentence, At least that's what I think it was. You stumbled like a baby taking its first steps,
I’m afraid to give my words to you I’m afraid of how they will taste in your mouth Will you get drunk on them? Or will you throw them up? I hope you get so drunk Ever single letter will become
The rain clashes against these smirking pub lights, welcoming strangers walking on wet roads. Stocky men mark the room's corners reaching up women's exposed upper thighs, Partners in this rain dance.
You came home late last night I noticed not because I waited for you but because when you're outside pounding on the door you were moaning your name
The cheap kind Burns on its way Down my thoat But it doesn't bother me Because I'm not drinking To feel good I'm drinking Until I forget. And as I type these words
again here i go, stone cold drunk & wavering fall down stand up fall again crawl to the wall retch rain it's over
to drink is good; good for the soul, though only if, you lack self control. imagine this; picture it quick; you've drunk until you're not quite sick,
It's 2 a.m., on a cloudy night as the man trudges down the street. He looks at the ground, then over his shoulder as he stumbles over his feet. In his hand, an almost-empty bottle of Jack
i feel no pain right now but um sure im sure i will soon with my heart slwly breaking becyase uts bekiongs to you and i wont remenbrt this in the morninging how drunk or how sad i was
Dropping cocktail names because they sound so sweet Auntie's house last night too easy, score some at the meet
A fly Circles My bedroom
in third grade i was the weird girl with glasses freckled face head hung low whispers of "she's weird" "why is she so quiet" i didn't know what self-hate was back then
In the moment, all I wanted was you I was drunk on your smell, your taste, your empty words Your touch was gentler than I thought it would be Your intensity sent shivers down my spine, which
Anger. I can see it in his eyes,
You said you loved me the most when you weren't sober. I asked you
i called him last night it was 5:23 am the phone went to voicemail-he was sleeping because he had to work in the morning my friends tried to take the phone away from me
I found your pictures on my closet floor The only way of knowing you were here before And I no longer get waves of tears anymore
Inevitable, preventable, tragic, relieving. His fault, her fault, their fault, YOUR fault. Somebody's dead.
Blood drips above your lips Your heart beats in hyper drive We’ll reach the sky when it is dawn You’ll never cry because I’m never gone
he tells me to trust him... he holds me so close... frighteningly close... i am shaking he insists it was the drinks but as he wraps his arms around my waist
What's on my mind? What about what's in my heart? What makes it bleed and break, cry out in despair, what makes me try and want to rip out my hair. What I think about when it gets dark,
Lost. Drifting absently through a void, separating my adolescence from my truth. Fear snaps me out of my reverie.
I can’t stop thinking about you. When I’m sober or when I’m drunk as all f*ck, you’re the only person that comes to mind. And I ask myself why?
Why do I fly down the streets at night,
He picked her up at half past two. Grinning he said, "We're alone, just me and you."
She thought she was invincible 19 and young Invincible to the cops Invincible to the shots Invincible to a drive That took her down a road late one night She ran from the cops,
You ran to me for comfort about him, but I stole that kiss from you on a whim. You still easily get lost in my "beautiful brown eyes", so when you say you feel for someone else I can't justify because you lie.
Broken home Broken heart Torn from the inside out Just ripped apart ……………………………….. You’re behind my scars
walking out in the after glowthrown about in the drunk beyond,looking for my wandering doglaid out upon the ground. battle scars black and bluescratched up knees -all for you,that fence post did me in.
tasted your cinnamon skin and your nicotine teeth like honey baby your tongue was stickyslipperysweet you smell like cheap beer and taste like bad decisions another warm friday afternoon
hey daddy, it's me, you're little girl... I need to tell you something that will make you want to curl. I went to that party, it was right down the block, but I didn't bother telling you, I was distraught.
Repititious summers drive denial home for one more night.An indestructible contradiction prays past sarcasm
I see your tears everyday and just want to hold you tight,I hear you when you cry in your pillow every single night,I watch you go to work and whisper I love you in your ear,
I told him the it was clear and it was okay for him to cross the street Biggest mistake I should have just went across to meet him Then it came dashing thru A cheetah on high pursuit Turn back !! I screamed
~Give me a glass and our eyes will do the talking ~Maybe names could be exchanged ~By midday we'll tango,five you'll be flirting, and by six you'll be my ecstasy