Drinking Champagne and watching Girl interrupted all by(e) my self..
I thought I loved to write, but I don’t know anymore because nothing I am is my own.
I’m just like a puzzle with pieces stolen from corners of closets and dusty cardboard boxes; on my own I’m just a blank slate. Nothing.
I am the lies I told in middle school, to make the others like me. I am all the pills I took all those sunny spring days, to feel anything but this. I am simply a thunder clap, weather fronts meeting in the sky, nothing but noise to accompany the storm.
All I am is bottles of Champagne empty on my bedroom floor. All I have is what I’ve taken, just the best pieces of people I used to love. And when you take that away, when you peel back the lies, I’m just empty space, a phantom and a thief, who thought she loved to write, but had nothing to say.
I’m just like a puzzle with pieces stolen from corners of closets and dusty cardboard boxes; on my own I’m just a blank slate. Nothing.
I am the lies I told in middle school, to make the others like me. I am all the pills I took all those sunny spring days, to feel anything but this. I am simply a thunder clap, weather fronts meeting in the sky, nothing but noise to accompany the storm.
All I am is bottles of Champagne empty on my bedroom floor. All I have is what I’ve taken, just the best pieces of people I used to love. And when you take that away, when you peel back the lies, I’m just empty space, a phantom and a thief, who thought she loved to write, but had nothing to say.