Drunk

Not really a poem... More of a letter...

Please
Let the pain ease


Nothing is real
Not in my head




A long December
Spent drinking and hating myself
My flame was nothing but an ember
















Was I somehow not good enough?









I want to face the truth

But I might die before I get there



















And you call me an anarchist
You call me a heathan
I call you my love












































You caused everything
You made me what I am
Oh mother
Aren’t you proud?





































Just promise me that you’ll never forget
Our friendship and now our love



























I’ll f**k you up
I’ll do everything in the best interest
And f**k you up somewhere along the way

























I love you





































I can finally forgive you
I can finally relieve myself of the pain
And say sorry
I can apologize for everything I did
And actually mean it
I don’t need to hate you
I never did
Just somehow needing the distraction
From telling you that I never really thought about how good it was
Being with you
I took it for granted
And I’ve come to realize that





























I’m sorry but I just don’t feel the same





Somehow you were right for me
But now is not the time
Unless I change
Unless you change
But alas, it is too late
It will always be



















Just say you’ll never do it again



















And I caused this grief
That you say you suffer under
And I caused this
And I caused this





















I hate myself and I want to die
I’ll love you, even in death

















Bursting out
Hating what’s left in my head
Emptiness and a single memory of you
The one where we were in the shower
And I found out about the two

















What the f**k is this?



























But we’ve said our goodbyes
And we’ve said those three words



Did we mean them?
































I’d love you
even if you were a mong












If you’re over this
You’re lucky





























Would it be wrong if I kissed you now?
F**k it then

Author's Note

Free flow.
Please feel free to review
It's a letter. Don't really know what to do with it...

Reviews

[Thomas Hudson]

Beautiful as forever my brother.

[White_lily]

I love this poem, full with emotions and true love, keep up the good work

[Carolann Dowsett]

This is wonderful so raw and full of deep emotion and pain. I really like the way you've written it too, its captivating.

[eglantine]

ah, an epistolary poem--nice :) Yes, I agree with Dayran that it is an expression of honesty. I'd like to read it when the text is absent of all those giant spaces--seemed a tad too dramatic for me.

Thanks for sharing !

[Dayran]

It's not a letter and yes I agree it may not be a poem. Its an expression of honesty.