Ray Mesa

Rookie (5/17/89 / Grand Forks)

Frown Upon Me - Poem by Ray Mesa

They said to me, you may not want to hear this
But you have a problem
Beer bottles and smells of piss
Fallow in this home

I bring my head to my mouth, cover my eyes with my finger
In a way things are going sour, we’ll promise to not linger
Look at the things we bought, with money to spare
All things turn to this hour, everyone’s is scared

I look at myself in the mirror you broke
I look just the way you left me
My pockets are empty, I am broke
It seems my addiction got the best of me

So here we go again, same old fight
Let it spin this time, let it gain flight
Bring me to my knees
Just to push me down

In front of this store, near all your friends
We fight over this until one of us dies
I’ll empty my bottle if you will just lie to me
Tell me I am everything you want
Tell me you are the one that loves me

Tell me you smile when you see my lips
Curve in the air like falling paper planes
See my words in the air above you
Fly down and bleed blood near you
I’ll see you die, I never want to become you

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 8, 2006

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