petal poetry

he's drunk again

21:32 05/05/2018

such an infiltrating smell
can't focus on anything else
just him and his heavy feet
shifting slowly towards me

what's he going to say this time
walking over just to start a fight
i really should be used to it
but i keep believing it's a one time thing

he says he needs to relax
that he's not addicted, i should stop saying that
he's totally in charge of his head
he could totally stop, but he's an adult so he can

cause i am just young and dumb
i don't know anything about the real world
and he's too tired to walk
so he needs to drink till he can barely talk

the stench starts drenching all of my clothes
the ones he through out through the window
since he drinks to forget
i guess his mind lost all regrets

i should know he'll never change
he's always been and will be this way
but i'm a hopeless optimist
looking for light in the abyss

the smoke is leaving through his ears
when he breathes you can hear his lungs crisp
but he's all alone so it's his escape
turns into a real ugly guy in a broken body

he's overly aware and not afraid
since he's a stereotypical 'powerful' male
so if he wanted to, he could improve
but who said he ever would

so here he is, three cigars in his mouth
one half broken, another falling out
but at least he has one which will be fine
good luck because the rest will die

21:41 05/05/2018