Asylummn

Hey Girl,
I'm glad to see you here.
It's been a few months.
Do you remember all those winter nights?
Menthol's and Margarita.
We thought we were in the right place.
Drinking, drank, drunk.
Peeing in beds, more.
Kissing Dead boys.
Endless, Pointless, Dirty,
Sex.
I'll admit,
It's a guilty sort of pleasure.
and i could never resist a game of monday night pong.
But then we'd end up dizzy,
and i'd be driving with the world swirling,
and i'd end up at your apartment,
after you'd text me,
and we'd yell,
and fight fight fight,
and i'd
cry cry cry

all curled up like a little girl,
because i felt lonely,
and i was runnin away from something that wasn't even following.
That natural predator,
yeah,
he's on the prowl,
and he wants your body,
not anything more.

he might pick your brain,
but don't worry,
you'll be left in the dark without an answer.

I'm aware though,
that i stabbed a few hearts,
with my shattered chest.

and i'm sorry boys but you needed to learn your lessons too.
I hold my chin too high,
despite my scars.
and having sex with that one marine
and my coworker in my bosses bed
and all those others.
but it's in the past.
and i'm gonna keep her that way.
I'll bat my eyelashes,
but you'll never see me without my nose in the air.
Proud, Proud girl.
Even of those winter moments,
because learning through those breaths,
exhaling the a.m air.

Maybe i'll stay warm this next season.