'Bittersweet' by Ravyn LaRue

I like my endings how I like my chocolate-
Bittersweet.
But I despise it when it comes to life-
We thrived, but at what cost?
And now I feel this misery in my gut-
But so many are celebrating.
I’d like to just drink and sleep and write
That’ll do no good.
I’ll only feel dumb and sorry in the morning-
Which does a fat lot of nothing.
At least the sun is coming back out
There’s a half-assed consolation-
I think I might just need to cry over my coffee
I may have to skip class.
(no that won’t help)
You mean so much to me-
If the problem were merely mine
It wouldn’t suck so much.
I like to claim I’m strong-
I’m stocky and short- a tough old gal.
but on the inside i’m frail
I’ve cried for years.
I don’t want to go home-
I’ll only get sadder
but at least I can cry there
without pesky saccharine responses-
But I plan to spend all my money
And drink.
I’ll try some escapism
as much as I berate it-
But I know it won’t work.
I like my endings how I like my chocolate-
Bittersweet.