We all have our ritualsMine just include something between my lips andSomeone on theMine just include my addictionsSubstances and peopleLife is too short to think of it as evilTo be scared of the easelDrugs feel like a break, and everyday is tiringDrugs make me feel like a painting, without evenTrying
I don’t get carried away by momentsJust by menAnd the feeling I get When Im thinking of themMoments are magicWhen I’m not aloneThis bedroom feels magicWhen its not my ownAnd when it is.
Watch me foldWithout my earphonesThe life drains from my iris-esWatch me succumb to the dismay of lifeWithout my music I am nobodyBut with a soundTrackTo BackThe movieI am someoneI am everyoneI am a movie starI am the only oneWho thinks this muchI am meUnapologetic-allyadvice, art, blog, depression, empowerment, happy, health, life, love, mental, mentalhealth, music, poem, poet, poetry, positive, positivity, spokenword, women, word
Loving people is scaryI love to much And I love to manyLoving people hurts alot Like letting go of all the rotBandages don’t hurt to put onBut they hurt to pull offSo I just let my wounds bleed and scabAnd I pick them till their numbI pull out my own hair So that I don’t…
Was I just an after taste?Of liquor and drugsOf last nights mistakesWas I just a lingering smell?Cologne stuck to your sheetsPut under a spellWas I just your walking stick?To help you stumbleAfter you were sickI never picked apart my feelingsI never ask why I chose youI never lost sight of sailing backCame home still loving…