when i tell you i pleaded,
for the feeling of being needed,
so badly,
that anyone could've had me.
so i would get in the passenger seat of a car,
after my nightly trip to the bar,
have strangers touch my body all over,
i had never felt such exposure,
then wake up in a new persons bed,
while i was hanging by a single thread.
and i was cleaning me teeth with vodka,
or at least that's what it felt like,
because my throat was burning,
as i was throwing up my last night out,
so they ask me why do you go out so often?,
i don't answer them,
never,
i never answer them,
although i cant quite put my finger on it myself.
maybe because i go to these social events just to distract myself,
not for the fun itself,
maybe it's because i crave the feeling of validation so much,
that i make myself so vulnerable to touch,
or maybe it's because i don't drink for fun,
i drink to forget what can't be redone.
interpretation:
this poem is about somebody who uses alcohol or over sexualises themselves to help them feel needed or wanted and also to forget everything else.
note: i apologise this one is not as good as my usual, i start college in five days therefore i won't be able to upload as frequently but i'll try my best:)
YOU ARE READING
forget me not.
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