she's dancing on you crazy
your dead presidents in the air
you don't close your eyes
you don't remember her stare
the girl you've forgotten
she's still not okay
but she was nothing but a dusting book on your mental shelf
one you'd never open again
you look to your friends and laugh
the laugh she still can't fucking forget
you do three lines in the bathroom stall
you love the fucking drip
more than the hennessey that you always sip
it's 3 am and you aren't home
you're not wondering if she's asleep or awake or all alone
you don't want her
you don't need her
see, you've been in this void far too long
before she ever even came along
-gemini.
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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...
