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Matthew Marchon Poem
Nightly,
She holds the bottle tightly
And drinks away her life
Thinking I don’t want to be like me.
She drinks until she thinks she might be
Somebody else,
Or at least the pain eased slightly.
And even if she wanted to,
She couldn’t tell you what is wrong
Because nothing’s wrong
She’s just not strong
Enough to walk the path she chose to walk on.
And when advice isn’t there
It’s the bottle that’ll help her along
And give her strength
When her heart is too weak to be strong.
You think she’s happy
Cause she laughs when she holds it.
Mistaken happiness
But she escapes it all for a moment.
You like the fun her
So you hang out when she’s drunk
Get her drunker
Take her home or take her number
And then do it all again
Until you’ve done her
Or you’re done with her
With no intentions of ever loving her.
The fun is done you’re sure
And the girl who cries at night
Isn’t as fun as her.
Over time she doesn’t cry.
It doesn’t do her any good it's like
A drug which no longer gets her high.
So she drinks to suppress the pain that’s left
And drown the sorrows of depression
Deep inside.
The tears that surface make her weaker
So she keeps drinking
And digs the well a little deeper.
Who would dive so deep
Just to see her?
So they only see the surface,
Damaged goods
Who would keep her?
So you buy another drink
Then you screw her and you leave her.
We’ve seen her
Standing with a man
Bottle in hand
We didn’t save her either.
Dec. 14, 2006
Copyright © Matthew Marchon | Year Posted 2007
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Matthew Marchon Poem
If I leave
It wasn’t you it was me
Running from a future I couldn’t see
And a heart I couldn’t believe
A man I could never be
And if I leave
Don’t ask me why
I don’t know
I suppose
I’m running from a shadow
That I can’t outgrow
And if I leave
It’s better for you
I could tell you not to cry
But you’ll cry
I’ll be crying too
But when the tears dry
We can start over new
And if I leave
Remember who I was
A man who was not yet a man
Yet a man in love
And if I leave
I leave in pain, in shame
Knowing things won’t be the same
But with everything that’ll change
Who I am remains in me
I love you in advance
Just in case I leave
Copyright © Matthew Marchon | Year Posted 2007
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Matthew Marchon Poem
I feel the pressure around me
But I wouldn’t wish for more time
My dream was to make it
Become famous
But I wouldn’t wish to get signed
All I needed was an angel to hug
But I wouldn’t wish for love
I once had a crew
And now I want one again
But I would not wish for friends
These streets could easily be the death of me
But I would not wish to leave
I do not like war
But I wouldn’t wish for peace
I’m caged within a studio
But wouldn’t wish to be released
Nobody realizes
The man that I can be
But I wouldn’t wish for someone to understand me
They hear not
The message within my words
But I would not wish to be heard
I remember a time when I was scared
I remember emotions
That once were there
If I had one wish
I would wish to care
Copyright © Matthew Marchon | Year Posted 2007
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