You're up a little late
Aren't you?

The light in your windows
Tells me all
I need to know

"I want a man whose hand doesn't shake when he puts it up my shirt. Y'know what I'm saying?"

- Reese Witherspoon in Four Christmases

Who hasn't drunkenly complained to the guy at the liquor store about their abysmal romantic prospects?

The roll hit
just after
I played uke
with a bunch
of ****** hippie
kids.

I thought of you
Euphoria
and my brain
Booted up the
drug.
molly.exe

"Rolling hard"
is interesting
Terror and bliss
Dancing a woozy
Tango in the night

Terror had her fill
and so subsided
so all that
was left
was Bliss

On the beach
With friends
So much
Bliss

Almost overwhelming,
Terror may
threaten you,
but Bliss
checks that *****

I ran into the
waves
of that infinite
Ocean
And screamed
into them
I screamed
Into the Ocean
With the full
force of my
Voice
for the first time
since my last
Mental break

She will always
Roar louder than
you,
That infinite Ocean

There is a certain
Ache
Familiar to me
But worse this time

We met on the subway
At the Subway
No-
But there was a blunder
So it qualifies

I was drunk
On Angry Orchard
Unfiltered
The drink and I
Had that in common

But you were
Sweet to me

And so
So
So
So cute

The real thing

I could feel it

Could you?

Would, coulda,
Shoulda
Spent my days
Crocheting blankets
For my cats,

But noooooo

I had to spend
All that time
Writing poetry
About you.

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