nights

This is about those nights out when you're running away from everything. When you just want to be lost and forget about the everyday.

I'm a few glasses in, my thoughts, my world crumbling around me.

Everything heightened, sad and self absorbed

It's midday, the sun rising high above in the sky

my shades are drawn

I only come alive at night

I wait, count the hours till I can hit the dance floor

provocative,

barely wear any clothes

I get my self esteem from your eye's

I'm down for the ride

morning comes

shame in my mind

the morning, so bright

every fault is visible

everything, right out in the open

and I wait for the weekend to come around again

when the hurt and pain have a chance to fade away

when I'm up till 2 am

when I'm up...

Reviews

[Cyrano]

I kept reading it over again because it felt incomplete, but I knew it wasn't. I think you just captured the essence of this troubled soul so well. She uses the distraction of night time to forget her pain only to wake up in the morning feeling worse or at the very least just as bad. I think I was subconsciously searching for clues as to why, but I think the exclusion of the fact makes her more hidden. Great piece, I know a lot of girls who would relate to this, I'm sure they'd thank you.

[Delilah]

Hey thanks for the review and taking the time to read my piece. :)

[Boranus]

this sound s****y, you capture it well

[Delilah]

That's nice