Surrounded by friends
None of which are mine
While Wheatus plays
The pretty one chews her nails
And the third wheel blonde checks her phone
Ponytails sway
Searching for numbers on placards
And disaffected youth
Swagger in with impertinence
And discomfort
And make sure social media know their location
Sly photos and low keys and shrill shrieks and six sevens
While elsewhere there are sly flirty smiles
At phone screens that illuminate faces white like harlequin masks
Licking sugar or salt off rims of fruit flavored drinks
Forced laughter
Forced contact
Forced contentment
Mine’s in the drink and the pen in my hand
The girl dressed like a pirate
Gets checked on by her fried
While Collective Soul plays Shine
Should I have another
Shouldn’t have another
But I’ll have another
And the bartender is appreciative that I’m not too particular
About the Creator
Aaron Morrison
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Born during a (___natural disaster___), Aaron spends his free time exploring (___unusual location (plural) ___) and raising domesticated (___fictional creature (plural)___).
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts4 days ago in Longevity
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