Sometimes two is really just a one and a one.
Where each one of the two is
alike, they are so different.
Liking one doesn't make one
like the other,
no matter how hard one tries
to stick out.
Sometimes other ones get out
of line
Other ones try to make one
feel like being two is pointless.
Sometimes, one feels like
being a two is pointless.
How does one overcome that
hopeless feeling?
It
felt like becoming two was a possible thing..
Maybe one is only meant to be a
one.
Maybe this one is meant to be
alone
One is always the loneliest one
to be.
Yet there are always two sides to every coin.
What if one only thinks its
pointless?
What if that one and the other
one might actually make a two?
What if being around that one
makes that one want to be a two?
Only by trying will it be
possible to tell if being a two is possible.
One cant survive by being a
one only.
Will that one ever make this
one a two?
Trust me, I was there.
I just wasn't as there as I wanted to be.
I didn't want to be there either. There was going way
too far. The Bacardi Sangria didn't do it. The shots of peach Smirnoff Vodka didn't do it either. Not the Stella Artois,
not the Jager, not the fact that I was supposed to shadow my friend and drink
whatever she drank in addition to my own cup. Nope. It was the tequila that did
it, which I completely regret I might add. There is nothing fun about drinking until
you and the toilet become bffs. Feeding the pearly throne your lunch and not
remembering if you even made it to the bowl is not my definition of a good
time. From what I've been told I became a baby. I couldn’t walk and I couldn’t put
a cup to my mouth to even rehydrate. I, fortunately, have good enough friends
that won’t take advantage of me. Regardless, I didn't want to be there.
