petal poetry

wedding nights

00:19 16/07/2017

i've never been a fan of these events
blinding lights
music i don't like
drunks who come to vent

the smell of vodka in the air
sweat all around
lost in stupid sounds
packed in a dress i didn't want to wear

my camera lost it's will to live
i'm not far behind
locked in the bathroom to unwind
slowly falling onto the sleep drift

good news keeps me awake
call me young
but this isn't fun
the happiness seems to be fake

my feet are in so much pain
band aids just strip
skin cells rip
heels yelling at the ache

i think this dress makes me look bad
even though i'm mediocre
i think the pretty days are over
and now i'm just hopelessly sad

i secretly like to dance
but only with passion
with someone of my attraction
but of course there's nobody here that i'd want

i've been hidden for so long
i should probably go up
say i threw up
so they don't think that anything is wrong

they're too drunk to care anyway
they're up off their feet
not even discreet
nothing will happen if i stay

i'm starting to feel sick
i had too much to eat
and the pressure is concrete
and no - i didn't drink

writing is saving me from my bore
people i'm ignoring
games that seem worrying
getting pulled up on to the dance floor

so no, i'm not a fan of these things
but i don't know what i'd say
if it were our own ceremony
that would make me think

00:34 16/07/2017