she's dancing on you crazy
your dead presidents in the air
you close your eyes and see the imprint of your girls stare
the girl you cant forget
you open your eyes and hate where you are
it's not you
it never was
you look to your friends and laugh,
the laugh she can't seem to erase
you do another line in the bathroom stall
...
two.
so you won't feel like ending it all
it's 3 am and you aren't home
you're wondering if she's sleeping or awake or all alone
you want her
you need her
and she does too
but you've fallen into a void and never made it through
-gemini.
YOU ARE READING
Acquainted with the Night
PoetryThis is a mini memoir about the darkest moments of my life. Interpret as you may, but there is only one true meaning. (The title is inspired by my favorite Robert Frost poem) - most photos are mine and were edited by me (except the last one); all p...
