Look, they say the first cut is the deepest
But thy don't tell you that the **** will almost **** yeah.
You try to bury the pain with unfamiliar faces
hotel rooms, parking lots and other random places..
Man, love will get you killed.
Friday nights offer opportunities to
Further console yourself in the
Arms of other
Oh dear father
I am the seed you created
Shaped by the love of my sweet old dear mother..
****, it's been a year and this feelings
Are as real as the day we first met
This **** is sad.
Bitterness and resentment fake themselves as friends,
Alcohol comes easy
Bottles run empty
After 7am feeling queasy
She gotta leave.
I aint got love for other
But my ex who probably found herself
A new lover,
Man, thy say the first cut is the deepest
But they don't tell you that
This **** will almost **** yeah..
You see, the shots keep coming
And the sheets keep changing
but the heart keeps beating..
For you.

After us

The are days when it all flocks back
The memories of you the momeries of
us.
Like a wave crushing on the shores
Of my mind,
On rainy days the most.
Drops of laughter
Drops of tears
Drops of little moments when time stood still
Falling from above
Onto my vacant face.
This place
Reeks of you
The smell of your lips
Hair
Voice
Eyes
Scattered around on the floor
Of my mind.
There are days when the memories
Are real
A slight glimpse of your face
On a stranger,
Your touch when the wind brushes my skin
Or the sight of your smile when the sun kisses the horizon.
I wonder,
Would the rain fall
And wash you away.

Hey I haven't heard from you in while
I guess life happens when we all trying to figure it out.
I just hope that you healthy and well,

I know sometimes it might feel like we are walking on eggshells,
In this unpredictable life

Hoping for a day when a new door opens.

Maybe one day I can
Give you a call?
We are friends after all.

I hope your moon shines as bright as mine,
It's beautiful
Especially when it and Venus align
This winter nights can get pretty cold
I just hope I don't catch
A common-cold.

I am doing fine of late
Settling in and not fighting fate.
Work and school keeps me on my
Toes
Well the lack of sleep kinda shows.

This is not a poem
It's  just that when I sit and stare out the window
I just wish you were home.