drunkpoetry

this is just a test
I’m not drunk enough to write here yet.
but I’m so goddamned bored 

I think I’m going to revamp this page that I never used.
drunk poems.
get real.

I can’t tell if I’m looking for closure or not.
I can’t imagine what else I could be looking for right now though.
But I’m unbalanced.
And falling over and over.
And this isn’t just some rabbit hole.
And I just hope I find the bottom sometime soon.

Last night I was lost. I’m still lost today. But at least there’s light this time.

This was longer originally, but only these words survived.

So, I never learned how to be a big kid
Instead I just play pretend