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May 2015
I've been drinking all day; call me an alcoholic, but I would say;
Liquor brings only the best words, on this wonderfully sad, yet sunny day.
I'd like to tell a story my friends,
One with many crazy things; adventures that could never end.
I like to caravan around drunk and high through this mess,
Sobriety is far away; carrying only despair and distress.
I want to tell you how I've come so far,
I like to brighten up my life with lights, and glitter; always available in the car.

My sweet, **** red 4 cylindered beast,
We've bonded so well, never could our connection cease.
But on this day without clouds in the sky,
Driving through the city coming down off a high,
I get a phone call; I smirk, and I cry, and I cry,
I just can't help but laugh at it all,
Never could I ever take this **** seriously; want to curl up in a ball.
My life is falling apart so fast,
I could end all this pain with an easy ***** induced crash,
But I'm going to meet someone for a drink,
I'll have to wash off these tears in the bathroom sink.

Staring down back at the glass in my hand,
I wish so much for to be a better woman.
But my mind isnt here with this girl,
It's watching from above, telling me to face to world.

And as she watched her world crumble in her hands,
She just laughed, took a drink, and continued on without even thought of that man.
Or of how much she had cried,
How much she wished this pain would subside,
If all is fair in love and war;
Don't we ever lose sight of what we're fighting for?...
Blythe Barrymore
Written by
Blythe Barrymore  Portland
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