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I'm Not Drunk, You're Not Drunk Are You?
Picking up the mess we made last night
Forgetting to remember to call you when I awoke
Trying to place the night on a time line
It’s getting harder to put a name to the face I adore
Another hour of this then I’m going to take a shower
The stains from your lips still plague my skin
I found the shirt that you were looking for under my blankets
I found the lighter that you wanted to use to gradually kill yourself
Stumbling to the shower with a head full of ache
Sit there on the floor and begin to recollect my memories
Let the burning water stream all over me
Let it rinse off all the filth, the lies, and the dirt
Your kisses were poison lining my blood stream
And with every one I felt more intoxicated
Your fingers were like feathers as they grazed my skin
Tiny radiations of pulsations tickling me down to my soul
I found the that poem that you wrote me when we first met
I found that picture of us with the face wide smiles
Thought about you for hours till I finally called you
Thought about things and how much I regret
Thought about all the times we had, good or bad
Thought about everything you ever told me about myself
Then I heard your voice on the receiver
A steady stream of words from an angel’s lips
My fingers trembled and my eyes clamped shut
I let everything go
My whole heart, my soul, my emotions flow
I thought telling you I loved you would make you think clearer
I thought telling you everything would set us straight
I guess that I am losing touch
I am sorry I care too much
But every night when I close my eyes in bed
I see your eyes looking back
And every time someone tries to hold me
I just can’t accept
I know this sounds erroneous
But I tried…
But I tried…I guess I can’t do this any more
Picking up the pieces of my face in mirrors
Left scattered on the floor, is this what you really see?
I thought I was something of beauty
That my soul could shine through my skin
I guess this is reality
I tried…
I tried…
I found your feelings mirroring my feelings
I found your eyes in my eyes
Critiques
Jo Latimer
17 years 6 months ago
Hi WT -
washing tears
17 years 6 months ago
well firstly thankyou for
Jo Latimer
17 years 6 months ago
Pleasure
Stella
17 years 6 months ago
Hi Washington, Just read
washing tears
17 years 6 months ago
well thanyou!
Proprietress o…
17 years 5 months ago
memory...
washing tears
17 years 4 months ago
it seems to me that the