That stroll around town was different this time
My hands were cold
my arms empty
I stumbled to nowhere
With my best friend
Brandy
Tight in my palm
I waked down to the water
that was the only thing bigger than me
And I sat there with my delusional imaginary friends
As my schizophrenia acted up
****** Brandy
The cold glass rim
tingled my lips
where yours once did
and then
I was gone

There's only one fix for a broken heart
The recipe is simple and
The effect is lovely*

Ingredients
1 Broken heart
3 Bottles of *****
2 Months of tears
A dash of denial
A sprinkle of sorrow
Procedure
Drink all your tears
Swallow your pride
And choke on your misery

In my home
These cautiously padded walls
Seem so friendly

Kiss
                  Me
If
                 I'm
Wrong
                 But      
I
                 Am
In
                **Love

You're spent
And weakened by prior defeats
You say you're in it for the love of the game
Lies. ***** lies.
You're in it for blood. For victory. For prestige
And you will be victorious
All the people who look down on you
Don't know a thing
About the sport
About the drive
get in my way
I dare you
I'll rip you apart
literally or physically
take it as you will
is what you think about each enemy
That you so graciously salute
You give it all you've got
The rest is prayer
That you have the fervor
The force to knock down opponents
One
By
One
Digging deep you find you have it
You know it
You know what it takes
You know **the game