It’s nights like these where I wonder most what alcohol tastes like.
That if I ran now, could I make it?
Nights where I don’t care to wonder if tomorrow will come.
Only wonder if I’d be better off if it didn’t.
And I think to myself, it’s not fair to him.
After all he’s done, to want to run away.
How selfish could I be?
That if I ran tonight, to want to take him with me.
But I know he’s tired of running.
And I’m tired too.
Hung over by sobered thoughts that make the consequences of getting drunk seem like less of a burden to bear.
But then I think to myself and it’s just not fair.
Wanting to be lost in this search to be found.
I just want to be broken and rebuilt on steadier ground.
And I’ve already got the broken part down.
So I wonder if I ran now,
could I make it?
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As it says in my tagline: I'm just a writer writing about love because that's what all the cool kids are falling into these days. However, the type of love I write about is based more on the likeliness of modern day heartbreak. I originally started this blog as an outlet for therapy. I believe writing soothes the mind and allows us to express our feelings, which is exactly what I do here -- but in the form of poetry and spoken word pieces. I began writing in 2016 and I like to think the content I put out is relatable and hard-hitting since there's nothing new under the sun. You'll come to find I struggle a lot but without struggles, there is no growth, and believe me, I am growing.
Slowly, I am working towards publishing my own works. Gallimaufry (one of the categories here on my blog) is one of them. I'm also in the process of writing, "war & peace", "where two hearts unify as one", & "i sold my heart to buy yours".
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I'll be seeing you,
B.K. Laurel
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