Caitlin
There is a hole in my life
Where she used to be
There is a table waiting
Thursday nights…
Reserved.
Bleach-blonde badass
Anorexic slut
Whose biggest secret
Was how much she cared
And how little she was sure of.
Skinny-elbowed
Jersey girl
Washed up in North Carolina
Run away to LA
Done with Ohio boys
And frat fucks
And cheap thrills
And cigarette butts.
Alcoholic angel…
Come back to me.
posted by Coca Colo @ 10:25 PM
2 Comments:
Dude, fact or fiction? Your blog is so veiled in mystery I can't tell if this is merely an artistic outlet for someone as funny and witty as yourself or of this is in fact the absolute truth of what goes on in your life? I mena do you like think in rhyming stanzas? Cause if you do, thats messed up. I think there's a pill for that.
I personally like this particular poem. Pete needs to go touch himself and leave you alone. Lillee
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