"So tell me how you're so confident." You say with a glimmer of seduction in your half shut eyes, your head leaned back- I want you. I want to watch you melt in my hands. I'm slipping on snow on the patio but your glance keeps me steady, I want your hands on me already. You're 10 years older but I've caught your eye, I make you want to say "she'll have another" on your dime. We're standing outside, you'll never see me again therefore I'll sink my teeth in. You move a little closer, I'll hate when this is over. I bite your lip- you breathe deeply and put your hand on my hip. I feel the soft ****** of your 5 o'clock shadow, you're hardly callow. I force myself to pull away- this is casual I say- I turn on my toes, my hair sways, and I toss one last hedonistic gaze to the man responsible for my daze.
I kissed a stranger in a bar, he had light hair and light colored eyes, he was a man and I'll never be the same again.
Drinks will mess you up pretty bad. Make you wish you never had. So stop and think, Before you drink. Save it for another day. Don't waste your life away. Have a bottle, Hold it tight, Just take a sip or two at night. Save to six pack, For someone with no kids, Make them wish they never did.
Just thought about this while watching my favorite show "Riverdale" for some reason.
Beautiful rain,precious rain, Silver drops to add colour to nature, Heavenly life line for the parched soil. Nobody minds, neither the bird nor the tree, All are happy, Me too. I run out in the rain, I hear the leaves drinking the liquid drops, It clatters on the rooftops, Pitter patters on window panes, Gushes out of the overflowing spouts, Roars down the gutters. I breathe the blessed rain, As it falls on me, Kisses me, Drums on my head with its pearly drops, Sings a sweet song to me, As I twirl and dance in the rain.
I always find myself in moments balanced poetically between control and chaos With just one sip tipping me over until I’m more than tipsy Falling, but the string is snapping I cant bounce back (Stumbling out the door I need to get away He can’t see me like this) And as I hit the floor A bone-crushing silence And then my own laughter Uncontrollable as I’m writhing there with my broken stilettos and black mascara running down my flushed face, pressed into the pavement. Yet I still can’t stop laughing, suddenly finding the trivialities of my own existence so ******* funny. My sanity is outweighed by the bottles like rocks on the scale Rising up in patient stillness Until I fall, and fail. He wouldn’t want to catch me So I catch my breath and stand, My ripped clothes now revealing dried, caked-on blood (It matches the lipstick stain, still on my glass) wounds of doubt and delirious self-indulgence. Now everyone sees it, knows my self-inflicted secret, that I wanted myself to fall- I’ve grown bored of this balancing act. I pull my coat a little tighter So he won’t notice that I ripped myself open With the drinks he bought me, and walk back into the bar, because if I went to sleep now the loneliness would crush me. and worst of all, I might miss the way his voice sparkles At 4 am.