Hello everyone

I wrote this in the state i write most of what i will post

So here I am, drunk again, feeling torn into pieces, im compelled to write a poem but instead im rather speechless.

So I decide that it’s wise to prattle on and stick in a few rhymes, while I spread the tale in lyrical form to confess my recent crimes.

You see I try my best to be the innocent and stay right in-between, but trying to spread the best intentions I do things I don’t mean.

Though I mean the things I say and do by heart that is the truth, but I give right in to my destructive desirers so my stress is through the roof.

Tonight I wright several drinks down while my poison sleeps nearby, this is the best I’ve done in long and that reader is not a lie.

 In recent past I’ve given in and tasted her sweet bane, but this time I was smart enough to know I should stay sane.

I gave in to my temptations and let her stay the night, but the past flashed fast and showed me why I ought to put up a fight.

She gave me part of a surly twisted story, and usually id bite the drama, because I find life kind of boring.

I chose not to dive into a deep twisted plot, purely because her puppet I’m not.

Maybe it’s not some twisted scheme, but tonight I won’t become something I’ve been.

That means staying tough and not asking questions, and not getting chocked up by something she mentions.

The best part is that she makes me curious, the worst part is that she makes me furious.

What do you do if you’re stuck in my shoes, distanced you might judge but could you really chose?

 She might be the greatest story I’m ever told, but would I end up happy when I’m old?

I know that there are other stories I could chase, but if I give up on this one would it be a waste?

My muse and my spark cause me grief, to take the stone from my shoe would be such a relief.

It’s a rubbish choice I must make, but for the answer I have no debate.

I decide what is wise and I distance my heart, it feels like a s****y solution but at least it’s a start.

This will be my first submission for public inquisition, but from the past I will submit, I pondered on what was my most raw imposition so getting drunk was what will solve it,

I plan to stay anonymous and show you my deepest self, but if I’m being realistic most poem’s will be for myself.