There is a you-shaped void in my stomach that I regularly fill with alcohol and the last time I checked, my veins still curled in your handwriting. (b.r.o.)
The trouble with Hello Poetry Is that I fall in love daily Held under so many captivating spells moulded and crafted by all walks of life I find myself longing for all of you the broken, the fallen, the bruised the saints, the sinners the righteous, the dispossessed the holy, the unholy all meet here to speak of life as they feel it as only we know it. Onwards, upwards Downward spirals kindness, cruelty crashing through boundaries bounding across oceans carried on wistful sighs and broken dreams The trouble with Hello Poetry Is that it breaks my heart Then brings me back to love again All within an hour.
Blame it on Your absent father Your addict mother Your unexpected children Blame it on Anyone, and anything So you never have to Take responsibility For your own actions
It's the whiskey That hit me It's my own shards That tore me apart It's a malevolent God That lied about love 'Cause you don't do anything
Blame it on My fragile psyche My insecurities My "impossible" needs Blame it on Anyone, and anything So you never have to Take responsibility For what you've done to me
It's the cigarettes That stole my breath The weight of my expectations That broke my trust The spinning of my own wheels That drove me into madness 'Cause you don't do anything
I'm not sure how to wear self confidence but I do know how many calories are in every food I consume And my heart may be bottomless but my make up seems to claim my entire room And my mirror may be shattered with disgust and desperation but at least my closets are full of Gucci, Prada, and Dior And maybe I can be happy with lonely isolation Gives me more time for the materials I adore And you might as well chain me to my shopping bag That are filled with platinum, silver, and gold Cause I will make up for the soul I lack With the plastics, metals, and materials cold