Finished the Second Drink...

Finished the Second Drink...

A Poem by Beatrice Mars

Why do I keep coming back here?

Watching him, watching her.

Why do I keep acting like I like you?

 

Why am I still eating M&M's?

Fatty.

 

I'm making myself up,

Trying to make a character I prefer,

But it's never going to work,

Fat assed s**t.

It's splitting up,

It's getting old,

It's getting late,

I think it's going to end up

Dead.

That was a bad idea,

S**t,

now you're sitting there,

Slurring,

Pathetic.

They're not

Sluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuring,

Exactly,

More like

Thewordsareallrollingintoeachother,

Up

                     Down,

        And

 

Like colours.

 

Pathetic.

This was such a good day,

Not sure what the f**k I'm on (about.)

 

Take me out for fish 'n' chips,

Won't you

Burst my f*****g bubble,

If you know what I mean.

SHUT UP, NO ONE CARES.

You know I'm no artist,

You know these words

Aint gonna be perfect,

Honestly, I'm trying,

But it just aint working.

It's All Your

Fault

I can't get the way

I feel on the page,

The

Dirty,

Sticky,

Sweat.

all your

fault

The world,

(this room)

Full of smoke and

(daggers)

Empty bottles,

F**k them all,

JD's my best

Friend (and tastes great off your - )

all your

fault.

I can't do anything right,

Least not

Poetry.

I'm crying.

your fault

 

And even after everything,

I haven't got a point,

So I think I might just go

Finish now.

 

(So f*****g stupid,

I finished the second drink,

It's all my fault.)

 

© 2011 Beatrice Mars


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I LOVE:
I'm making myself up,
Trying to make a character I prefer,
But it's never going to work,

AND:
I can't get the way
I feel on the page,
The
Dirty,
Sticky,
Sweat.

brilliant. brilliant. brilliant. :) xx

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Added on February 24, 2011
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Beatrice Mars
Beatrice Mars

United Kingdom



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I'm an 19 year old girl. Of all the souls that stand create I have elected one. When sense from spirit files away, And subterfuge is done; When that which is and that which was Apart, intr.. more..

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