Why does alcohol that’s not a mixed drink in a bar have to taste so rank?

Okay, maybe, just maybe

Because it’s poison

Fine

Here’s to just the right amount of poison

Is my planet boyfriend coming back sooner than I thought, I will dance

I will see him and dance for him

Beautiful ring’ed beauty

In my perfect world the stars would be out now

I just had enough to drink that it’s fine

He’ll never know about all the inbetween anyways

I will go drink some water because some mother like presence is badgering me about it

Yes I did only drink about a cup of water and then two monsters and then alcohol

I swear I wouldn’t take care of myself at all if I didn’t constantly have these somethings reminding me

All I want is a good time

Not to be paralyzed by fear by yet another uncomfortable conversation

I have nothing to offer anyone but they’re constantly taking from me anyways

I wish there was a way for there to be balance and for me to have friends

At least friends

It tasted awful but I feel okay

As little as my okay is

I say I’m okay and people expect I’m okay as in a regular person’s okay

How wrong they are

How many years will go by before I say hello to someone and they stay?

Without taking several pieces of me and walking away

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