I've been inspired by the lack of ways to process my thoughts...
Into little word structures
That vaguely show the plot.
Thank you everyone who had kind words of encouragement on my last poem.
-Good friends, great follies
Maybe it'll always be that point to where I feel betrayed but wear that smile on my face like it's ok
And they'll carry out their days like it's alright
Rattlesnakes in the grass always ready to bite
Blame it on the them, blame it all on me
Blame it on the bottles I tossed out to sea