i miss being wild
and unreserved
i miss the alcohol
and the drugs
and the life ruining decisions
that could have been so much worse
i miss hiding the evidence
of monstrous escapades
and the extra change of clothes
because the other ones smelled
like a good time
i miss ruining my life
in a way the was chaotic
and fun
and free
instead of wallowing in this room
and slowly decaying in my desk chair
while the light from my computer
peels the skin and cells off my eyes
i miss destroying myself
in a way that made me feel alive
not like this
this isn't it
YOU ARE READING
We All Grow Up
Poetryi started this collection of thoughts and feelings before i had really grown up. legally i'm supposed to be grown up now, but i'm still writing. i think it's going to be a long time before this collection feels complete, and i feel grown up.
