Valentines day,
out for my birthday
a few close friends,
a bag of dizz.
A plastic pig,
and a quiet conversation in the bathroom
with Rachael.
"Clara thinks I should see someone"
"I think you should too."
"But why?"
I didn't feel bad,
I swear to god I was happy.
I know now I wasn't,
filling myself with drugs
as fast as my blood stream
could run.
"What's up with you Molly?"
Even Dominic was worried
I was just floating on MDMA.
What's up with you, Molly?
He told me he could love me during rag week
and my god I thought it might cure me.
They found me
crying on the steps of the third floor
of Rachael's block
and no one ever found out why.
Not everyone made it out alive.
Oisin lifted me over walls
and Dominic caught me on the other side
and I suppose you could say that in many ways
they were lifting me through.
But think,
when I was in bed with him, stroking his back in little rings
and kissing him. Falling all over again,
so in love with him, some boy
who I'd never met
before that night
left that hotel room
and wound up dead in the Oranmore lake.
But how could you ever talk about that?
May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 5:40 AM UTC
Valentines day,
out for my birthday
a few close friends,
a bag of dizz.
A plastic pig,
and a quiet conversation in the bathroom
with Rachael.
"Clara thinks I should see someone"
"I think you should too."
"But why?"
I didn't feel bad,
I swear to god I was happy.
I know now I wasn't,
filling myself with drugs
as fast as my blood stream
could run.
"What's up with you Molly?"
Even Dominic was worried
I was just floating on MDMA.
What's up with you, Molly?
He told me he could love me during rag week
and my god I thought it might cure me.
They found me
crying on the steps of the third floor
of Rachael's block
and no one ever found out why.
Not everyone made it out alive.
Oisin lifted me over walls
and Dominic caught me on the other side
and I suppose you could say that in many ways
they were lifting me through.
But think,
when I was in bed with him, stroking his back in little rings
and kissing him. Falling all over again,
so in love with him, some boy
who I'd never met
before that night
left that hotel room
and wound up dead in the Oranmore lake.
But how could you ever talk about that?
