The Little Black Book of Poems: Truth or Dare

I hate this feeling,


I am alone.

I fear no one understands,


I am not really—

Here is where I want to be,

But I am so far away.


I can hardly catch my breath

Just breathe.

I can hardly handle the truth—

Or dare.

It’s the thrill I miss,

The adventure I so much desire.

It’s the unknown that kept me coming back for more.


I adore,


I adored.

This can’t still be true.

Ugh. But it is.

Except, no longer can deception be my middle name.

They tell me I’m a master manipulator,

I tell them the best of belief is the lie.

But I’m trying to take it back.


I just hate this emotion—

Or, lack thereof.

Comfortably numb,

Paralyzed from reality,

My own personal hell.

I hate that I enjoy the numbness.

I hate that I miss the high,

The chase,

The challenge,

The drive.

I hate that I want its freedom back.


Truth, I’d roll down my window;

He’d push his foot to the gas,

As the car accelerated to an all-time high.

I felt the same.

Dare, I’d snort my pills off a dirty CD case,

And once the oxy’s effect began to take hold,

I was free.

I’d slowly loosen my seatbelt,


I’d stick my head out the car’s open window.

As the wind catches my long brown hair,

I choose dare.


Time after time,

I thought this was “the good life”—


I was so far from reality,

I had no grip.

It all started because I wanted to have some fun;

Then it took on a life of its own.

I threw everything away—

Just as I threw the smoked cigarette butt out that open window.

The good girl in me is—



As the once ignited flame flew,

It moved further and further away,

I couldn’t help but envy the disappearing smoke.

I wanted distance.

I wanted out.


What’s that?

I was a junkie with survival on my mind.


There was nothing I wouldn’t do to get high,

At the time, this girl had no name,

Even though, I had a shit ton of pain.


I know it makes no sense,

But that’s how I liked it.

I know it’s not fair,

So I try not to care.

Anyone up for another round of truth or dare?


You tell me how you feel.


You prove it.









macey bee

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