First taste, first touch.
Long nights throwing up.
Hard lessons growing up.
Can’t say I’ll miss you all that much.
Tears and regret spilling onto hardwood floors.
Climbing out of taxis, searching for the love we all deserve.
Used to steady my soul (or so I thought).
The writer’s choice of self-destructive elixirs.
Bitter all the way down, ‘til you add olives and vermouth.
Held me up when I was but a husk.
Kept me together, kept me numb.
Pushed my body to the point of breaking.
All I’ve learned from these three, buried in my bones like hidden treasure.
Vodka, Whiskey, Gin – nearly a decade of love/hate, now it’s farewell, so long, our time has finally come.
raised in quicksand, ill-treated, beaten, but never broken.
dreams may take time to materialize, but I’m steadfast,
rejection letters and vanishing editors can’t hold me back.
thankless days spent 9-5,
climbed up out of wreckage for much more than this,
vacations missed to make ends meet,
still I persist.
I’m not done yet.
Vanity and insecurity tucked into their proper places,
Friends and lovers past, a sea of half-remembered faces,
Chances missed and paths leading to the roads less traveled by,
Moon towering high ruling over night,
Enduring fears dissolving,
Without change we are nothing.
The way we grow with time can seem so surreal,
Can’t bring to mind the pain you used to feel.