I Compare You to Binge Drinking by Alissa Rogers

I Compare You to Binge Drinking

by Alissa Rogers

The throbbing headache and nausea
I can endure, I've had worse.
Right now I could cry,
such a raw hope consumed me
as I thought about you, desperate.
It was still dark for me then,
when I needed you. Now it's day.
It brings a true smirk to my face
to know you are nothing more
than a night of binge drinking:
a foolish part of my youth, 
a consequence of boredom. 
I could not hold your liquor,
I vomited all that bile you said to me 
in the hedges outside. Don't fret,
this is not a bad memory, in fact
you might never be a memory at all.
I am well. I will drink better and
far more dangerous poisons. 
I am today, you are only last night.




Another poem I stumbled upon

A Cathartic Moment- Alissa Rodgers

A Cathartic Moment

by Alissa Rogers

I could punch myself in the face
or I could grow up.
None of us, or any of this
is perfect; it's okay to not
measure up. Measure to what?
The beauty of life is
that the definition is all my own.
No one can tell me what it is.
I am sitting in the sun.
I can smile.
I forgive myself.
I love
myself.
This is the best poetry I could write.
The beauty of poetry is
that the definition is all my own.
No one can tell me what it is.
I am a pearl, however misshapen
I may be the world is my oyster.
It's mine. It's mine. It's mine.
I could get used to that.