Vodka and juice paired with writing
might not mix too well,
but I can't care all too much
because I'm feeling swell.
The scars and wounds left open by you
heal on their own, with time.
We both did great at fucking me up,
we both committed this crime.
I'm with someone else now,
and yeah, he treats me great.
But everyday I still think about
how you filled me with hate.
You pulled your hair out
and blamed it on me
said "Look what you're doing!"
What a great scheme.
You painted me out
to be the monster you are
but you chased me down a street
so I hid on top of a car.
My best friends car,
to be exact
and the street was dark, secluded
because you don't know how to act.
Former best friend*
You took that with you too.
Even though she was mine,
you act like she belonged to you.
I lost most everything
the day I left your house
The kids I babysat, and loved
along with my favorite blouse.
I'll say sorry, indirectly
cause I fucked up as well
Again, I'm drinking vodka and juice
Even after this...
I still feel swell.
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Engrossed in Emotion
PoetryPoems from the soul. These are poems, old and new, that I've written over time. Some are based off heartbreak caused by family, friends, lovers, and myself. Others are about self exploration and self loss. But most are about perception, how the read...
