Getting drunk does not always have to end in tears
A somber reflection of all those years
That you have wasted on being furious
High libidos internet searches rendering you curious
But I can dance in the presence of a seldom drunk
Dancing in circles 'till your guides grant you luck
I am no-one's toy but how I crave to be played
Is there really a human that is truly self-made?
Holding pomegranate in a card
A goddess acknowledges the answers were never written in the stars
For stars never know who they are
When we rename constellations and aim to kick rocks over to mars
Wishing you were less sour than the taste of your barely finished lemonade
He says "you do not have to be bitter that is the point of therapy babe"
YOU ARE READING
Accepting what I cannot
PoetrySynopsis After years of unresolved trauma, I have decided to write a book consisting of poetry that I have written in some of my deepest moments of self-reflection. Some bittersweet, others uncensored with raw emotion. I mention both the strugg...
