don't stress,
its not the end of the world,
and even if it is,
so what?

You are my split-apart. A sliver of me that twinks
in the chill dark
of your absinthe, absent.
A corrosive mender
of fences
That I drink
with.
and drink
hard

A jab
and a flick
of a kiss
that I long
for.

A short
court and spark
that i'm always up
for.
So sorry 'bout the mess
but the next thing
to conquer
is shame
without naming
the game
we wake up
for

god knows nothing
but sharp sticks
and halos

but i know

you love

me.

when I get drunk before 12 a.m. people tend to,
leave because I keep repeating how much I miss my ex girlfriend and her ******* amazing brown eyes and how,
much I hate how my sister is so **** perfect when I'm not. she must have forgotten to give me the recipe.
I hate when people brag about their new boyfriends and how many times their,
parents have caught them having *** because it's not me and I'm so ashamed.
I hate that if people beg me long enough I'll,
do as they please because I need the affection and the,
attention I never had because I was abused for 10 years by the people who was supposed to give me attention,
love,
support. I guess they were never meant for loving. maybe that's why divorces are always an option and I'm so glad that I don't even have the ******* opinion to,
marry all over the world yet. but what if I fall in love with a country through a person,
again,
who gets down on,
one knee with a beautiful ring, and asks me if I wanna spend forever with them,
as if forever even ******* exists?
then I'll at least forget my ex girlfriend and her ******* amazing brown eyes and my sister's recipe for the perfection I craved but never got because my happiness rely on the people,
who tend to leave when I get drunk before 12 a.m.

(e.k.j.)