Someone told me
you can't write (p)oetry ab(o)ut things
you don't want to romanticiz(e).
So for a long (t)ime
(because of w(r)ong people like (y)ou)
I d(i)dn't write drunk,
becau(s)e the(n) I c(o)uldn't
guard my feelings.
But now I'm drunk as hell
and no(t)hing in my life
is close to romantic
and I don't have to explain to you
why (b)oats, oc(e)ans, and words
are the only things
that e(a)se my open wo(u)nds.
I don'(t) have to tell you why
I don't scream or cry or f(i)ght
when I think about how many of my (f)riends
killed themselves.
I write instead,
and it's not romantic.
I am not
in love
with words.
I am
in love
with them
and they're no longer here,
breathing, holding my hand,
and singing me songs about rivers
and how we'll always find each other.
But we won't,
because there's not a
single ******* romantic thing
about how I'll never hold their hands
again.
So I drink,
and I write,
and I do not (l)isten
to people like you.
Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 12:27 AM UTC
Someone told me
you can't write (p)oetry ab(o)ut things
you don't want to romanticiz(e).
So for a long (t)ime
(because of w(r)ong people like (y)ou)
I d(i)dn't write drunk,
becau(s)e the(n) I c(o)uldn't
guard my feelings.
But now I'm drunk as hell
and no(t)hing in my life
is close to romantic
and I don't have to explain to you
why (b)oats, oc(e)ans, and words
are the only things
that e(a)se my open wo(u)nds.
I don'(t) have to tell you why
I don't scream or cry or f(i)ght
when I think about how many of my (f)riends
killed themselves.
I write instead,
and it's not romantic.
I am not
in love
with words.
I am
in love
with them
and they're no longer here,
breathing, holding my hand,
and singing me songs about rivers
and how we'll always find each other.
But we won't,
because there's not a
single ******* romantic thing
about how I'll never hold their hands
again.
So I drink,
and I write,
and I do not (l)isten
to people like you.
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