We are living on borrowed time,
Drinking full bottles of red wine,
Summertime depression and a fistful of Vicodin to ease the pain.
Black tears fanning out like branches of a tree,
Trying to convince ourselves we are okay,
Even though we can feel our stomachs plummet to our pelvis.
No water, just Grey Goose drank out of bottles labeled Evian.
The sunrise brings migraines and whispered apologies into pillowcases.
Walking barefoot down the sidewalk in sunglasses too big for our petite faces.
Being young and pretty comes with a price,
And by the time the bill arrives,
You can no longer afford it.
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Does the Rain Ever Stop?: Poems and Musings
PoetryHello Reader, This is my collection of poems and thoughts that I have compiled over the last few years. I have been writing for many years and my number one hope is that someone reads my poems and feels seen. Says "oh that's me". We all live in this...
