Call It What You Want [A Poetry Collection]

different, but good

I started out as
A misfit

I was a new, green
Sprout

I had nothing under my belt.
No cigarette butts
No torn condom wrappers
Not many empty shot glasses
Though I had a few, I was always
Surrounded
By alcoholics.

I was walking through those doors
Not even having touched
Someone else lips
With mine.

Two years later
And I'm starting out as
A misfit
Once again, in a new town.

However this time,
I'm not new and green.

My lungs are hazy and grey.
Amber poison has burned it's way
Through my liver a few too many times.
And the only reason
My dress will be white on my wedding day
Is because of simple tradition.

I'm still a misfit
Because
This place
This house
It's not so
Tainted.

They don't walk through those doors
Bragging of their illegal and wrong doings.

Not as loudly as the last place anyway.

It's different
But good.