wannabe

wine nights II

early afternoon opening merlot as

I drink it I taste the bitter after taste of that hellish night

grimacing, I take another drink and another and another

this party's going to be adequate I can tell.

I have to push away the thoughts that I circling my brain

so I do and I finish the whole bottle 7:30pm.

I can walk I promise I tell myself my friends,

we're stumbling, no, I'm stumbling, over my words and my thoughts of.

No, no that can't be right, I can't be thinking.

Lights flashing up the stairs and music blaring, I'm

screaming for Kanye yet again it's just a repeat of that night.

Vodka and coke, hit me like a poison. I down it. Steal my friend's bottle

of Vodka, get me some more I need some more hey did I tell you I can fly?

There's a balcony, watch me fly - no I'm not

flying I just want to jump off, wait why is my head spinning again?

Why are these words that I told myself im fine with just flying

around and why can I still taste that night on my tongue after more drinks.

I've been crying for a few hours and my makeup

is in place, people are complimenting it, they're surprised it's

still on. I can show them I can fly but they don't believe me. I climb

on to the chair and he pulls me down.

Labrinth is on nostalgia and I love this song let's dance but

I don't know who I'm dancing with why am I pulling them him closer/