i loved to drink but you're only beautiful when you're sober by Lauren Pearlway to make me feel like shit, girl.
and don't you dare take it back, now.
i've come too far and i am going to
watch you stumble out of this car door
while you try to hold your head up high
and inch your way toward your porch
where you will realize you left your
house key by your vomit on that bench.
i guess i always knew, that i would end
up hating you for this, hating what i'm
about to do, and doing it anyway- silently
slipping a dagger beneath your ribs and
hoping that this will hurt just enough to
wake you up from this stupor you've lived
these past weeks after i cried,
"i just can't anymore!" and now i just won't.
this fantasy we've lived is over, sweetheart,
and i won't hold your hair back over
downtown waste bins to save your life,
not that it matters, you've already
squandered mine- plastered it on brick walls
in dark alleys with little captions that
read, "here lies the life i never had."
toughen up, honey. this world is harder
and more calloused than i am and it's
just waiting to slap you across your
pretty little face and tomorrow, i won't
be there to stitch up the gashes that
seem to appear out of some virtual nowhere.
"i'm sorry. i just want to be alone." do
whatever it takes, princess, i just hope
you remember to change your locks in the
morning and erase my phone number from
your speed dial, it's the last thing you'll
need when you wake up with a hangover. 04/20/2004 Author's Note: my friends always fuck me over. and you were my best.
Posted on 04/21/2004 Copyright © 2025 Lauren Pearl
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Kalikala Smith on 04/21/04 at 04:09 AM wow, intense. good read. |
Posted by Ginette T Belle on 05/20/04 at 10:59 PM love the edge to this poem...great read! |
Posted by Felicia Aguilar on 08/13/05 at 07:41 PM Been there, done that, and the heartache still lives with me years later. How you were able to write this poem so beautifully and still include all of your agression and anger in it amazes me. |
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