I got through the door, plop my crap on the floorToday was rough, and I want to forget about it all
My best friend will help with that all
Before I can even sit, I begin to bawl
As I grab my friend by the neck and pop their top
I let go of today and drink those thoughts and tears away
The burning in my throat soothes me
I can tell my friend anything truthfully, or not
They'll just sit there and listen to my pointless rants
They don't even care I don't have on any pants
It fives me this feeling I can't quite recognize, but it's nice
I wish I could feel like this all the time
But, eventually, I drain my friend to the last drop.
I must find a new friend, this one can get lost
Everyday is the same
I hear them calling my name
It's rude not to answer, so I do
When I come, I am no longer blue
I forget it all again
All that has been
Thanks to my new friend
I'm numb to the brain, and I love it
I can't get enough of it, all thanks to champagne
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Random Poetry Collection
PoetryThis is a collection of bad poetry I've managed to compose through the slurs of ink we've come to know as letters we form into what we know as language. The '*'s indicate that this poem is a little on the sad/darker side.