Author: Manya Prasad
Hot mess, middle of a meltdown
Bad decisions, over tequila.
Drunken conversation,
Hushed secrets.
Building fortresses,
Entrapping your hearts.
Famished for love,
Greedy for approval.
Giving into attraction,
Hot men in unknown beds,
Losing yourself to the touch.
Angry angst, scars invisible
Mascara stains in restrooms.
Glazed eyes, peeping hurt.
Hoping for honesty,
Hiding behind facades.
Deceiving and pretending,
Weaving spider webs of lies.
Rat races, running in circles
Shards of dreams,
Shattered aeons ago.
Wishing for freedom,
Losing it to snorts of cocaine.
Being hounded by our demons
Handcuffing ourselves to our past.
Trying to numb the pain,
With an affluence of pills.
Surrounded by concern,
Stifling antagonizing concern
Widened eyes and caring words.
Hollow hearts, faint souls
Hoping to heal,
With puffs of cigars.
Each puff like,
A bullet to the soul.
Reading too much into,
Half-felt words.
Living a fictional reality,
Under the influence.
Entrapped in our addictions,
Our own personal hells.
