I regret to inform you that your lawfully, wedded boyfriend, Robert Cohn, no longer want to be lawful, wedded, or your boyfriend. He'd much rather be ******* Brett and writing books about what she tells him behind closed doors
            Sincerely,
              Jake Barnes

I like you
We like you
She loves you
But I don't like me
I don't know if she likes me
For I am in love with a drunken woman
I follow her trail to bars
And clubs
And the like
I always leave early because she becomes lost in the crowd
She had has a beautiful way of becoming
One with those around her.
She dances herself drunk
And drinks
And walks
Until she finds her way to my place
She drinks a little more
She kisses me goodbye
For she has a dreadful date that cannot be missed
She is as drunk as I am drunk on her
I ask her to stay with me in the doorway.

She says she'll see me at breakfast.

My favorite part of long drives
Or trips to unusual places
Is falling in love with strangers.

Someone passes by on the sidewalk
Or gets stuck beside you in traffic,
Or sits close to you on the bus.
They don't look too special
But something about them makes you notice them.
Maybe it is the way your eyes catch,
Makes your heart go a-flutter,
Makes an attempt to leap out of your chest
And run to them.

But you know the love is short lived.
One of you will have to go a different way,
Or get off at an earlier stop
But that love gives me a little hope.

I wonder if anyone has fallen in love with me.
Seen me across the street,
Did I set your heart a-flutter?
Did you notice anything special about me?

P.S. To the blonde boy taking pictures of something as you were during behind me in traffic:
You should totally call me

Do you ever have sad days?
When nothing really goes wrong
But nothing really goes right?
And you feel a little sad
Depressed
Lonely
Like you need to know others exist
Have you ever forgotten others are alive?
That everyone else is living alongside you
Thinking their own thoughts
Living their own lives?
I do
Time to time
When I start feeling lost
When I need to feel grounded
Today, nothing really went wrong
But nothing really went right
Today was Limbo
Today was Hanging in the Balance
I’ve become lost in reality
I’m scared and exhausted
I need you to take my hand
Drag me back down to earth
And remind me that I am still human
That you are still human
That we are still human.
Because I will have days when my mood is a
Rainy Day
And days when my soul is
Overcast
And I will need someone to hold onto my kite tail
So I do not become lost in the
Thunderstorm Days
And the Earthquake Nights.
Sometimes my days are full of sadness
And my nights are full of tears.
Even though I don’t want to be dependent
I will entrust my kite tail to you
Because I cannot let myself float away just yet.
My life still needs living
And people still need loving
And my dear,
I still need to hold you
I still have a few tears,
Happy or sad,
That need to be shed in your name.
I still have nights to lie awake,
Thinking about the night we spent together
And how you seemed more nervous than I felt.
I still have paintings to create
That show people how your skin felt when it pressed against me
I still have poems to write about how I feel when you look at me
So dear,
please don’t let go.

You always make me do this, you know?
I don’t ever give a **** if anyone responds to me,
but whenever you stop talking to me I get so frustrated.
It’s like I have to remind you of my presence,
Everyone else remembers me with vivid clarity.
But you don’t,
It’s like you’re looking at me through the bottom of a soda bottle
And then you forget what you’re looking at and stop caring.
Maybe you are the one who turned me into a poet and made me miss people.
Because you offer to come see me
Or you send me a message
And then you never say anything else
And I send you message after message with no response.
And then I cry,
And get angry,
And get furious,
And then I write.
Then I want to be drunk,
So drunk I won’t remember who you are.
So drunk I start to look at you from the bottom of my bottle of whiskey.
So drunk I won’t feel bad sending you the seven messages I’ve already sent you with no answer.
I think you may have a girlfriend,
So I hope you don’t come to town.
Because if you come and sit down to have coffee with me
You probably won’t leave until you have my tears or my love bites,
And if you have a girlfriend I don’t want you to have either.
I’m not sure if you’re real,
Because I’m beginning to realize we are both looking at each other
From the bottoms of bottles.

I’m two guys deep
Since you.
And I’m sitting here with your taste in my mouth
The taste of smoke and strawberries
The taste of the time we spent the whole day
Learning each other’s touch.
I can still taste you
Lingering under my dry mouth of regret.
I’m two guys deep
And neither of them have understood what I need.
That I need you.
I am tasting the salt of my tears.
I am two guys deep
And I still trace the pattern of the bruises I got from archery together
I can still taste the time we made out to Sharknado 2.
I am tasting my regret.
I am tasting the tightness in my throat.
I am tasting you
I am still tasting you not tasting me anymore