& we need bombs to blow up folks who claim Bruce Jenner's a guy
whose vehicular homicides are faultless on a California codger tour
that skids by a nursin' home that's home to washed-up Roger Moore
with his lady-killing libido that marked him as a bed-hoppin' *****
on the Sunset Strip & in East L.A. & along 9 miles of Pacific shore
where, in Speedo bikini trunks, upon a polite society, he waged war

Empty.
That's what I feel these days.
Not even sad, just empty.
I'm missing you.
Everyday seems like a life time.
I now see what the appeal of cigarettes and alcohol give.
Something to fill this swirling black hole of what used to be love for a girl.
Now it's empty.
I don't even find the company of ladies amusing anymore.
I only want you.

I watch you leave
And I am done with seeing backs.
Tired of handing my heart
To the hands of fragile spines
Who colour their lives within the confines of cowardice;
I watch you leave for the last time.

Reluctantly,
I exhale the part of me that became entwined with you.
I am worth more than anything that isn't sure
I am worth staying.

I thought the first night was gonna be the last.

Now I wish it was.

We could have left our hopes and dreams there and then.

Instead we had to see them shatter in front of our eyes.