i. This city reminds me
Nights I’d come home soul stained with vodka, whiskey, gin
After all-night, kissing the wrong person
Sleeping in to get passed the disappointments

ii. That song reminds me
Open wound of a life
Waking even though my very essence was dying
Everything amounted to nothing, desperate to hold on to something

iii. This place reminds me
Beautiful new memories made
Body/mind a lot less heavy
Time loves those old scars away


I am a plethora of contradictions,
wild, free  yet well-kept,
flawless prose in simple diction,
wide awake and hardly slept.

True warriors never share their stories,
but bury me in my armor,
forever doused in gold and glory,
the misanthropic little charmer.