Even the smell of the bus is starting to feel like home
My house is just somewhere that makes me want to be alone
People know me too well there
And aren’t even the people who I wanted to care. - Aahh. Seems a bit forced and nonsensical, this line.
What will make the world seem brighter?
I like to think
An alcoholic drink does more than little for me.
Leaning over a notepad with an ice cold Smirnoff
On sofas of wrinkled leather and backs sunk low
They know what I mean. - Hah. Men
But don’t speak.
Writing the wrong date again, sitting, drinking alone;
Is this the person I thought I was going to be?
Rotating mirror behind a camera scans the pub for life - ... what? I don't get that line.
And slips over my scribbles-I wish I could stay here. - Scribbles... some English slang? Lol, I don't ge it...
Town is full of teddy bears and pink - YAY!
I think I would like to go on a Valentine’s killing spree. - I can't critique this if your going to be funny Lol.
Why won’t they leave me alone?
Staring at carpet circles, the stairs smell of sweat as I - Ew.
Get dizzy and light-headed after only having one
Up the stairs, I was too fast and now the drink is gone
Sitting on the toilet I continue to jot this baby down
The beginnings of a cold feels mildly entertaining - Nice line.
More than the essence of my thoughts:
I want the tugging of fabric
I want permanence
I thought I wasn’t alone
I thought I wasn’t alone.
Wow. I didn't critique this really, just commented on what you wrote. I like this poem a lot, it's funny, and suspenseful and it reaches out to some readers. You did a great job!
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