Poetry Blog by Marca Von Cruse
I've lost count of all the drinks I've downed.
So I go at a maddening pace and I pretend that it's taking his place.
But what else can you do when he refuses to face your reality?
My mental state is not secure.
Unrequainted love is a bore.
How can he ignore the pain that he's inflicted?
Fools rush in, so here am I.
I'm so tired of being here, but how can I move on when everyth...
Monday 20th October 2014 8:04 pm