all those poems i wrote about love
and how i thought it was the answer
to the pain i felt inside. but really im
just that fucked up kids on drugs. who
deserves no ones love.
im the guy you pass by in the street who
has his music up as loud as it possibly goes.
who has a cigarette dangling from his lips and
his guitar slung on his back. im the kid whos
scared of falling in love, yet knows exactly
how to do it.
im the guy everyone knows, but then again,
not really.
because to be fair, how can people know me
when i dont even know myself?
the only thing i know, is that vodka
is destined to be with me and id do anything
for the liquid to burn out my insides. because
the pain? its real.
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dark minds [completed]
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