This one is kinda angryish, post Jimmy or _ _ _ _ _/five little spaces if you know that poem. This was written when I was dating Mabry, nicknamed B, we aren't together anymore. This is about his violent drinking problems.
It's like a mirror, looking up at you in spite
Like the same, I could spit on you for every day
It'd fall back down on me like what was once my life
You're untouchable, something I often wish away
My stomach churns just thinking
About how stupid, you're almost just like me
I told myself I'd open my eyes to you, finally
You're like a lock, and I've swallowed every key
Put the bottle down, when it's present you're missing
You've forced me in a race on making it to the grave
Who'll be first, the same routine or losing everything
B, you used to be my hero, I'm trying to be brave
Just like both of mine, your hand is raised
The chaste judge, calling attention to the crime
One day fingers posed here will turn into a wave
I fear your life more than I fear losing mine
Look what I found, please look what I found
Purple stained teeth-marks just like I'm used to
I'm scared for you when you're not around
I'm shaking when you're here for what you might do
Can't swim the rushing current when storm hovers sea
Can't calm the fighting army who forgot they're in a team
Could you lend me your sinless hands, to show me who I am?
Shake me again to reality, show me your fatal plan
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Retired Poems(ages 13-16ish)
PoetryBad, embarrassing poetry from a few years back. I liked reading them over, to see the improvement & things I've gotten through. I'm going to explain what they're about and stuff. When I'm dissatisfied with my more recent poetry, they will go here an...
