Drunk and dangerous
Found and lost
Dropped off in the back of my
Scattered thoughts
Surface
Down under
Caught in between the space of
What to do about boy wonder
And all the fright
Distracting me from my deep slumber
This time of night
In the thick of life
And love
And alcohol
And Mary Jane
And the eleven year old
Prized possession he holds
Near and dear to his pounding heart
Everyone in me wants to run
Different directions
For the hills
Where I
Live aloud and alone
Believing more than anything
I’ll be fine on my own--
Sans the love of a man
That believes his heart I spelled and stole
Or not
Because he can’t help
But be who he is
Flirty and fiery with others that aren’t me
Seated in the dark
Drowning the voices of his persuasive bravado
I sip slow and swallow
Counting the minutes until--
Tomorrow
Jul 5, 2017
Jul 5, 2017 at 12:37 PM UTC
Drunk and dangerous
Found and lost
Dropped off in the back of my
Scattered thoughts
Surface
Down under
Caught in between the space of
What to do about boy wonder
And all the fright
Distracting me from my deep slumber
This time of night
In the thick of life
And love
And alcohol
And Mary Jane
And the eleven year old
Prized possession he holds
Near and dear to his pounding heart
Everyone in me wants to run
Different directions
For the hills
Where I
Live aloud and alone
Believing more than anything
I’ll be fine on my own--
Sans the love of a man
That believes his heart I spelled and stole
Or not
Because he can’t help
But be who he is
Flirty and fiery with others that aren’t me
Seated in the dark
Drowning the voices of his persuasive bravado
I sip slow and swallow
Counting the minutes until--
Tomorrow
I wrote this poem somewhere between 3:49am - 6:42am on 6/2/17 shortly after I went through my boyfriend's phone and found incriminating text conversations.
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