far from sleep
i feel it now

the blind reach
the forced tender hand
stroking my hair

making me feel
like you cared

that arch in you brow
the way you
looked completely
through me
cut
to the core
and how it sent
feral waves down my spine

those oceans
i saw me swimming in

without feeling
automatic
planned out
exactly how
they told you to

your smooth
skin

painfully perfect

and the way
it curved
so seamlessly
as

your feet floated
barely gracing the earth

the scent
the odor
whatever you
want to call it
that
awoke
the primal instinct

and how
i so desperately
yearned for your
lips

both sets

oh, the horror
the absolute horror

heaven
in hell on earth

i've slipped

i'm so drunk i've slipped

i drank so much
i accidentally miss you

what a heart bleeding
what a man's man
you'll soon have her eating
out the palm of your hand

your words are aimless
but what difference does it make
because her eyes are senseless
and locked on your face

soon to reap the reward
of your wordplay and "wit"
your clever aim towards
the slit 'tween her hips

what a bleeding heart, what an obvious plan
what a load of ****, soon you'll too understand

one can't hope
to measure a night

by the meager things in life

it has nothing to do
with what
you ate
or how good (you think)
you looked

the faces in the fray
the ones that stuck in your head
or

the miles you drove
or how drunk you got
or wanted to get

or if you ended up alone
at the end of it,
because in the city filled with lights
and laughters
and distractions & disasters

you know that you always end up alone

but
it's measured by

whether or not
you can count the stars on your fingers