Stoned in the bathroom,
Noises from your bedroom.
You seem to do anything,
Anywhere.
Blood on your sheets,
Whiskey spilled on everything.
You'd never admit it but,
You like the smell of it all too.
Your house is a mess,
You mostly stay undressed.
The only reason you prepare,
Is for a drinking fest.
Your the one that I,
Wanted to call mine.
Told me you'd give it up,
Then went and partied with three guys.
So I won't lie to you,
I'm heart broken it is true.
The words you told me,
As false as all your "Tattoos".
So don't cry over me,
You never had a chance.
Go smoke a bong and I promise,
You'll forget me lighting fast.
YOU ARE READING
Who is He?
PoetryA look inside my tattered mind. All of these are original poems written by me in various moods of my life.
