epik high
Title: alkie
Focus: Tablo
Word Count: 312
Notes: For remap; originally posted 04/09/09.
maybe they thought you were beautiful
( maybe you thought they were beautiful ) ,
i remember my first glimpse - --
it's not as though you were ever really lucid enough to tell anyone,
i love you. ( you were always such a .such a fucking drunk )
too many days and years, maybe months, of drunk drunk drunk smashed and
( sometimes, were you, you were abusive, weren't you - )
and no-one can love you anymore. who can love a person as beaten down as you
*
i got troubled thoughts / and the self esteem to match
you.
you want.
you want to
be someone new ?someone else, anybody but who you are now because you are not who you want to be
and who would ever want ( could ever ) someone as fucked up as you -
bottle bottle can. shit, you're such an alkie,
but you always laugh it off. nah, i can stop whenever i want
. except you can't, really. you don't think they've noticed yet.
*
i love every little piece of you,
somehow you don't think this is appropriate to say when you leave someone
but you say it anyway, write it on a sticky note and leave it on the bedside table.
your bags are packed .no backwards glances, once the door shuts you are gone
( gone gone gone g o n e ) maybe it was the booze or ( was it the lack of love. )
maybe it wasn't but you know that there is no point in staying and you just.
i still love you, you know
and of course love is only real when it hurts
and this time it hurts like fuck, it really fucking hurts and
you still love him but you leave him. walk out like maybe you can be brave. sometimes
-----x
Focus: Tablo
Word Count: 312
Notes: For remap; originally posted 04/09/09.
maybe they thought you were beautiful
( maybe you thought they were beautiful ) ,
i remember my first glimpse - --
it's not as though you were ever really lucid enough to tell anyone,
i love you. ( you were always such a .such a fucking drunk )
too many days and years, maybe months, of drunk drunk drunk smashed and
( sometimes, were you, you were abusive, weren't you - )
and no-one can love you anymore. who can love a person as beaten down as you
*
i got troubled thoughts / and the self esteem to match
you.
you want.
you want to
be someone new ?someone else, anybody but who you are now because you are not who you want to be
and who would ever want ( could ever ) someone as fucked up as you -
bottle bottle can. shit, you're such an alkie,
but you always laugh it off. nah, i can stop whenever i want
. except you can't, really. you don't think they've noticed yet.
*
i love every little piece of you,
somehow you don't think this is appropriate to say when you leave someone
but you say it anyway, write it on a sticky note and leave it on the bedside table.
your bags are packed .no backwards glances, once the door shuts you are gone
( gone gone gone g o n e ) maybe it was the booze or ( was it the lack of love. )
maybe it wasn't but you know that there is no point in staying and you just.
i still love you, you know
and of course love is only real when it hurts
and this time it hurts like fuck, it really fucking hurts and
you still love him but you leave him. walk out like maybe you can be brave. sometimes
-----x