England

England

I could sit here forever, Watch life pass me by And wait for something good To finally happen. I could work on my book And write a million poems And let the moon chase me As I drive down the parkway And watch the tide Go in and out. I could dream And dance by myself And look at old notebooks And pictures of ghosts And try, to no avail, To remember voices That have long been silent. I could clean my room And fold my laundry And organize and dust And do these fucking dishes. I could take out the trash. I could buy flowers And go to the cemetery, Sit on the cold stone And wish for things That will never change. Or I could see things I’ve never seen before. Ride a train, Take a chance, Fall in love. I could walk down new streets And meet new people And get out of...

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Narcissist

Narcissist

Friendship Is not an obligation And I wasn’t leaving Until you pushed me away. You stupid men Treat me like an accessory- A date to concerts And a dining partner. And god forbid I don’t answer the phone. I’m not a possession Not a trophy to be won Or even earned. And you feign worry- How am I doing, You’ll ask- But all you want to know Is have I been out With someone else. Which is none Of your concern. You have A singular motivation- Accidentally brushing my hand, A casual touch of my thigh. You’re not fooling me. And god forbid I shut down. Maybe I don’t want to talk about it. Maybe you push me And make me anxious And you hurt me And I can’t be That person to everyone. The non-emergency contact. If you wanted To be my friend You’d understand that. You would...

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Wasted

Wasted

This is why I drink.   I drink because I trust you And you lie to me And I’m forced to re-think, Re-evaluate, Our entire relationship. I drink because I hurt. Painkillers are okay Because it’s my name printed On the side of the bottle. But the name I want to see Is Bombay Sapphire Wild Turkey 101 Hell, Mad Dog 20/20. These are my drugs of choice. I drink because I left him In one night Me and my trusty steed And my getaway bag. I left my home And my boys And never looked back. I drink because she died. She was stolen from me In the ugliest way. I watched her slowly fade. Like a lightning bug On a sticky July night She lit up For the last time And my mother was gone. I drink because it’s easy. Facing demons is tough shit And remembering is difficult. I forgot...

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