Forever Wandering

I'm back, bitches.

When @kelseywarnerblog and I get drunk together from afar.

Anyone else hear "testicles" every time someone says "listicles."?

Found some originals and I'm wondering what I should do with them...

There's a poem trapped inside

waiting to come out.

Give it enough whiskey.

It will come.

I hope it was worth it

to let go of everything we built

for a life of your own

all alone,

just like you left me

after we lived as one-

torn in half,

like a bleeding tragedy.

I'd have died for you.

Would you've done the same for me?

I am such a awkward person.

My Tumblr feed had been super depressing because it's where I post everything I can't post anywhere else.

So here's something more fun.

At what point does self medication turn into alcoholism?

Me: My boyfriend and I broke up last week.

Coworker: That explains a lot. Here's another beer.

I need to go on a fucking road trip.

He had to be mine, but

not because I needed him.

I only wanted him for a night.

His eyes met mine and I turned -

not abashed, but burned

by historic rejection.

So if I won his affection -

only for one evening -

my soul might recover,

my heart might stop bleeding.

Cheers to blacking out.