I do not think this is real. I do not care how the old me would feel But the new me stands close to the bar, knowing the fear but it will not stop me from being here. I become flesh for one hour, but you really missed your cue You fought for some guy who didn't at all like you And I got a ride back to my old friend's place It was NYE-Why wasn't I in the space? You'd rather be alone than be with me Am I so disgusting? So repulsive, ugly? The old me would have let this destroy his fragile ego The new me consoles himself with everything he could know When I walked among you as you you knew me and was in heat Before you would have pursued me, now you wish me defeat? My wish was to please, my only thought to have sex I did not expect to leave hunters with friendships in a wreck. I rode 430 miles from Minne-St.Paul And I didn't enjoy my trip, at all, at all Sense people moving around that really shouldn't stand I twist my neck backward, can't see from the sand Drink in hand I peruse the croud in the bar And I yelled long and loud in my mind in the car I go out Sunday night and life has truly changed The whores and sluts in hibernation, in marriages arranged No reason for me to return to the Chi but I did it anyway, before my enthusiasm for it would die Friends fade away in the large smoky room For my sex life? On life support, certain doom And the meds have made it harder than it should have been. I don't really want to remember the times...when I danced among them and laughed, remembering old times When I danced and went home with them, beer and limes And the rainbow dances high above my head But this is alien to me, curiosity fed. Let no one tell you you're not worth the trip And live alone as a queen, always having a fat lip What man would hurt a woman, or one who lives as a female For those who do so deserve long terms in jail But my life goes on without me, refrain All have vanished that made my life sane All the fighting that happened, of it I made a list And I turned away from my old life, and stared into the abyss. What must I do to make up for the things I used to be For all the times I celebrated immaturity with glee Looking into the future, this is something I'll do And whereever you are, that future's with you.Birth sign: Aries
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