She was so desperate
For romance that
She found herself
Falling in love with strangers
And she heard that
If you drink enough vodka
It would taste like love.
She learned real quick
That needing someone isn't
Romantic,
It's fucking
Painful.
But Jesus Christ people
Make sure they love you
Before you let them ruin you.
You're the only thing that
Makes her okay
But you can't make homes
Out if humans.
Her collarbones are disappearing
And so are her hip bones
And all she is filled with
Is whiskey
And orange juice.
She can't play innocent anywhere
But really its her only option.
She can't play guilty.
So who the hell is she.
She is a half bottle if tequila,
An overdose of prozac,
Too many mixes of drugs.
She is up till 4 am
And too fat and insecure.
She doesn't want to live
But she doesn't want to die.
And she tells the man she loves
That once she stops caring,
He is not getting it back.
She will be cold as ice.
But sweetie,
There will be dozens of people
Who will take your breath away.
But the one who
Reminds you to breathe
Is the one you should keep.
YOU ARE READING
The sad side of town
PoesieBasically this is a book of Poetry, quotes, love, hate, life, death, flowers and pretty girls, there will be lots of it and some I did myself. If there is anything you would like me to post about or add to my book, feel free to give me ideas or ask...
