Aberystwyth121

Drunk Poetry always comes so quickly.

Aberystwyth121

Walk away.

Walk away if you want.

If you please

If you will.

 

You do.

You walk and you talk

And you tell them nothing.

Nothing that means anything.

Because you’re gone and you’re not you anymore.

You tell me nothing that means everything.

And I’m gone.

 

Gone to where it doesn’t matter.

Where I don’t matter.

Where we don’t matter.

Where it’s blurry and hazy and it all tastes a little like MDMA

Off a tobacco wrapper.

Or vodka from the bottle.

 

Whichever’s cheaper I this town I suppose.