You're Young; I'm Sober.

You're Young; I'm Sober.

A Poem by Stormy Weather

We were young, we still are. We danced to the idea of fiction and slunk away from reality.

I always thought you were the most beautiful when you were looking at her-

Because I could see the love radiating off your face.

You were never scared, and you could never tell me your honest decisions.

Looking back, I don’t think you even had any.

But the rainy days were the most peaceful; the cold winds the most intense.

You were the most lovable.

You were too quiet, at times, and I guess I felt I deserved more of your attention.

I reminded you of what you hated, and what you didn’t want to be.

And I guess in some ways, I could say the same.

Days were dreary when you didn’t smile at me,

And on those days I was the most drunk.

But we laughed, and we smiled,

As we silently hated each other-

Both for different reasons-

And I cried as you left me,

Stuck between the wall and the washing machine.

But I can’t be surprised that you wanted to forget,

That reality tends to rear its ugly head. 

© 2013 Stormy Weather


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