There are so many question in my mind
That I may never ask
Because its too heavy
And I need to drink for that
Am I the one keeping my distance
Or is he?
It feels like unless the spirits flow
There is no connection between you and me
I looked back and saw that just days before my 30th
I was giving up
Waiting for the papers that say you don't give a fuck
I am still waiting
Knowing that you do love her more than me
And who wouldn't she has more to offer thee
But when you are drunk you shower me in love
I feel like it was before
Unfortunately the damage is done
And there is no going back
Because I can't trust that
I don't trust the spirits talking
And sober you tends to stay away from me
So how is that to read?
YOU ARE READING
What the F*** did I get into?!
PoetryA woman. Some words. And a keyboard. One woman's attempt at poetry to help her get through her mental issues. This will be updated and probably never completed.
