Bottle empty but denial still stands
Me time by the river becomes the excuse
Or was it the creek instead
No matter
Me time is me time
I'm going through more than you will ever understand
But I won't ever tell you about it
Or give any clues to what it is
But just know
When I'm in a bad mood
And I call you names
And call you worthless garbage
It's nothing personal
So don't be such a sourpuss
Get over yourself
And stop being everybody's favorite
It wasn't stealing I'll have you know
When I was caught going through a woman's purse for fifteen dollars
I just needed gas money
And don't be angry
I'll pay it back
Sometime between now and never
I just needed gas money
The last hundred and fifty dollars I got yesterday
Didn't do it
And won't last until pay day
I somehow don't have paper proof
Just an empty bottle
But don't worry
That's also none of your business
Overlooking
Lies and deception
Praying for something unfixable
To be fixed
You'll see
He'll sparten up and get better
He'll be an adult soon
Although he's almost thirty now
Don't worry about his drunken slurs
And vile threats
And constant thievery
And all of the disgusting things he's called you over the years
That wasn't him
He wasn't in his right mind
It was the demons of drugs and alcohol
That wasn't him
You'll see
He'll get better
Soon
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Book 4
Poetryhello again! another poetry book - number four, to be exact. if you've been here a while, you know the drill: there's no order to this thing, and after 100 poems or writing pieces, there's gonna be a new book. about the cover: it was a Thursday at S...
