one day......

one day...i will finally reach the end of the vodka bottle...or maybe the jager bottle. plastic smiles will be replaced by genuine ones and that whole in my heart might actually be plastered. one day il stop contorting into an emotional wrecking ball away from the stares of others bc god forbid i let them see me cry, but one day they will know that i do have a heart and that it was worn on my sleeves the whole time. one day i will hang up my cape bc my days of playing super woman are long gone. one day i will reach out my hands and instead of attempting to touch the soul of anothers i will allow these hands to rescued bc lord know i the need help. one day brown eyes will stop pouring tears that reflect the broken person i am and one day il stop missing him... no..one day i wont want to miss him bc hopefully by then i would have realized there is more to life than him. one day i will be able to write a proper poem and not the cliche im sad poem even though i am the cliche..i am sad. but one day il be ok...until that day i have my shot glass my vodka and my jager, and until that day il just keep searching for the bottom.