Vent

Desperado

Listening to "Desperado- Rihanna"

Stumbling down a rainy street, I blow the last hit from my cigarette before it burns the filter
Plastic and tar filling my lungs
Letting the drops of water splash on my face, I'm cleansed
Liquor on my breath.
My hair a tossed mess, stuck to my face
Your smell still lingers on my clothing, the bass line getting lower
release is nigh
Ellipses parting my words
"I.. need... to leave"

I don't need to leave. Anything I can do to be away from where I am.
This hoodie is past my thigh, too tightly hugging me.
I need freedom.
Your comfort crowd is overbearing.
Yet when they leave you spew hatred.
Typical teenage bullshit
It reeks

My writing, like my words, are sporadic and misplaced
My voice hides a deeper disdain for the current of my social life.
Of my life in general.
The same old routine on repeat, I welcome the dampening of my body in nature's purest rebirth.
Recycling of the old, into new fruit.
Fruit of a labor I long to taste for myself.
I let the notes trickle down to my finger tips and flow onto the dew licked leaves as I pass by the sad, barren trees on my street

Back to the new old.