It is never about the words I use,

The order,

Disorder,

It is the tangled tapestry between lines,

Try reading it,

Don't look,

Feel,

Inherently the unwritten ink runs darker.

Tick tock it is the witching hour,

I fear they're all around,

They creep and sneak and then appear,

Without the slightest sound.

Tomorrow is the dentist,

I'm scared and that's the truth,

The last time that I had to go,

I left with just one tooth.

I simply will not listen,

To anything you say,

I'll sit and drink,

Try not to think,

Of what I did today.

As the weekend fast approaches,

I reach my hand up high,

Raise my favourite wine glass,

Then drink my wine goodbye

One more drink before I go,

Then I'll stagger nice and slow,

And maybe fall or maybe not,

Boy I think I've drunk a lot.

I see the narcissist standing in the corner,

Rent a friend (or ten), on hand to smile, laugh,

How can so much love be reflected inwards?

In a moment of madness,

I ask him how he is,

And he begins to tell me,

A "Show and Tell" person,

Show me everything they have,

Tell me how much it cost,

Confidence,

No, that's so last week,

He is the one and only......

By next week,

He'll be the one,

And only

One.

Who cares