The room spinning
(so disoriented)
my vision blurry
chaotic thoughts
nonexistent focus--
ugh, I'm so dizzy.
I've had too much to drink
nothing to eat
and all I do is talk--
so much talking.
(Oh my god shut up!)
I giggle and pull you closer
we kiss slowly--
how wonderful this feels.
The world consists of only
you,
me,
and whatever the hell is playing on the radio.
The lights now off--
I've had another beer--
we kiss some more.
I speak of painful matters (why?)
(so random)
you just listen, consoling me in this slightly drunken state.
My head still spinning,
brain still fuzzy,
I lie here so confused and unable to move
but no judgement is passed.
I must leave soon, my dear,
but I'm still drunk.
Are the blue pills to blame?
Or, perhaps, just my stupidity?
I can't decide--
I don't care
because I'm still so dizzy.
We walk in the cold, now, looking at the stars,
laughing,
hugging,
kissing,
always savoring the moment.
If it was within my power, I'd stop time,
forever staying here with you--
so warm and safe.
But, my dear, I'm still so dizzy.
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Monsters Inside My Head
PoetryWARNING: Some pieces may contain triggers for those who struggle with any form of depression or self harm. Please read with caution. I will often rearrange the chapters in the way I see fit, so please be patient and keep that in mind. This is my fir...