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Amanda Aug 2014
I remember that night when you were drunk,
mumbling over and over again
about how you weren’t a good person.

We all laughed at such a thought
escaping your chapped lips.
I couldn’t fathom you in a bad light,
never mind knowing that’s
how you viewed yourself.

Cigarette ashes and cheap *****.
Those were the things we indulged in
two nights before you decided
you no longer cared about me.

Unfortunately, you were right about yourself.

You aren’t a good person,
because good people don’t shatter
and break other good people.
That would be bad karma.
And I hope that cycle envelops
your damaged and sorry soul.
elizabeth green Aug 2014
I think back to that night,
That first sip.
That first ****.
At first it was fun.

Then we went to the field,
I was scared.
I wanted to go home
I cried out for help as he got on top of me.
I said no more times then i could count.
screaming in fear
No one could hear me.
no one cared.

I heard a second voice,
"what are you doing"
I kept my eyes shut in fear.
"do i get a turn?"
I heard the second boy ask,
I laid there quietly
as a tear ran down my cheek
"shhhh" he whispers

Tears pour down my face as i lay there
in that empty field.
I try to yell for help
but no one comes.

I wake up the next morning,
make-up smeared down my face.
bruises on my thighs
scratches on my back.
I can never tell..

After all losing your virginity is a night you will never forget.
right?
That's the way its supposed to be.
that first sip.
that first ****.
The first and the last night i ever felt alive.
True story.
Sara Jul 2014
the ***** tastes like
an untamed firework
which attacks my throat
but I like it

the ***** feels like
the reason behind
all the poems I wrote
but I need it

the ***** is like
glitter set in my veins
which helps me to float
and I love it

the ***** is you
and until you were gone
I just didn't know
we should not mix
Molly Jul 2014
I'm sorry I stole your *****.
I'm sorry I texted you drunk.
I'm sorry I yelled at you.
I'm sorry I always forget to take my medication.
I'm sorry I still haven't told you I've been seeing her.
I'm sorry I fell asleep.
I'm sorry I cried on the phone.
I'm sorry I texted you on New Year's Eve.
I'm sorry I can't love you back.
I'm sorry I sent you pictures.
I'm sorry I sent him pictures.
I'm sorry I blamed you for my heartbreak.
I'm sorry I only come to you with heartbreak.
I'm sorry I forgot to water the plants.
I'm sorry I got blood on your jacket.
I am a nuclear bomb
Ella Byrne Jul 2014
***** in my eyes
Burning
All I can think is
Don't cry, don't cry
So much so that now
I've suppressed the feeling
Completely.

I am alone now
And I want to let it out
But I can't
Don't cry, don't cry
I told myself
As ***** mixed with
The tears never spilled.

I'm in such control of my emotions
That I can't find a release when
I need it.
Written in March 2014
Molly Jul 2014
I keep trying to find a song that can describe
how I feel with the hope that
maybe it will make this emptiness seem less empty
but you can't rhyme
"scars" with "I'm sorry"
or
"sixteen" with "alcoholic"
Idk man I'm drunk and I like this. I realize it's not great writing but I like the concept.
Molly Jul 2014
IF I DRUNK TEXT YOU
AGAIN TONIGHT
I WONDER IF YOU'LL REALIZE
HOW SAD I AM

IF I DRUNK TEXT YOU
AGAIN TONIGHT
I WONDER IF YOU'LL REALIZE
THAT I'M EMPTY

IF I DRUNK TEXT YOU
AGAIN TONIGHT
I WONDER IF YOU'LL REALIZE
I HAVE A PROBLEM

IF I DRUNK TEXT YOU
AGAIN TONIGHT
I WONDER IF YOU'LL THINK
I HAVE A PROBLEM

IF I DRUNK TEXT YOU
AGAIN TONIGHT
I WONDER IF YOU'LL REALIZE
HOW BAD I'M GETTING

IF I DRUNK TEXT YOU
AGAIN TONIGHT
I WONDER IF YOU'LL TELL ME
TO GO TO BED

IF I DRUNK TEXT YOU
AGAIN TONIGHT
I WONDER IF YOU'LL REALIZE
YOU'VE MADE A MISTAKE
Wrote this after lots of *****.
lm Jul 2014
You asked my poison,
as we stood at the bar.
Your wallet in hand,
paying my way into your car.

Give me bourbon and I'll sway to the music
and lean my shoulder against yours.

Give me whiskey and I'll show you my passion
in the backseat of your car.

Give me beer and I'll be one of the guys,
feigning detachment, remote.

Give me ***** and I'll show you my youth,
tears reflecting my innocence lost.

Give me *** and I'll whisper I want you
as we fall into your room.

Give me any poison you like,
I drink them all without  a wince.
I tried them all to forget things,
one after another 'til I lost sense.
Choose what poison will have the effect,
how do you want me before you tonight?
Set it in front of me and smile sweetly,
I'll down it, my every cell feeling it's bite.
There isn't a day that goes by where you don't cross my mind. There isn't a night where i don't find myself hankering to call you mine again. When you left, i fell to pieces and those pieces scattered everywhere. I have the habit of looking for you at the bottom of a ***** bottle. Im drowning and my bloods slowly but surely turning to alcohol and before i know it I'm not gonna be able to find those scattered pieces to put myself back together again.
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