An addiction to coffee
Scorches your veins
Vision blurs
A door closes in the distance
A muffled cough covets
Lingering conversations

Several ants sprint toward a crumb
The air feels electrified
Average magnitude
Winged with chronic desolation
A whisper of a secret told in your ear

The walls appear to sag
The ground exhales
Four blank slates
Sweaty palms as you
Tighten the grasp of the cup
You hear someone arguing
As you bite your lip

The cup
Holding you within this reality
Nails piercing the cardboard
Forming half moon shapes

The cup begins to concave
Coffee oozes out of the spout
Steam brushes against your face
You squeeze harder
The cup sighs in defeat
A mess is created

You blow the hair out of your face
Disorientated and lonely
Pursing your lips
A raindrop slides across the window
Faint buzzing of a fly

Stepping over the splatter
Brown puddles
From the thunderstorm
You go buy another
To fuel your addiction

Do you know
How many tears I've shed
Over the things you've said?
Of course you don't.

Do you know
You have been the source of my pain
Wondering how much till I go insane
Of course you don't.

Do you know
How good I am at faking a smile
Strutting in my typical positive style
But I put this barrier to hide the hurt
Pretending not to feel like absolute dirt
Of course you don't.

Do you know
You use to be so special to me
While I stood and watched you leave
Of course you don't.

Do you know
That I wonder what you feel
Maybe you understand this is real
That you are hiding your true self too
Clutching, wondering what to do
Because you feel the exact same way
Wanting me to call out for you to stay
Of course you don't.

Do I know?

Yeah you cute
You cute
Oh shoot

Lemme know your name
Let’s not play any games

I wanna be your girl
Come on take a whirl

Allow me to assume
If I may
But I think you want me to stay
Was there something more to that “hey?”  

Or maybe I have too much confidence
You’re all I’ve been thinking bout
Ever Since

But it wasn’t until you showed interest
Oh boy I’m a mess
Do I look my best?
You wanted me to be a part of your life
Jesus Christ
Don’t lie to me
I’m easily deceived
And too quickly to believe

But he’s even got good manners
Oh please
Making me wobbly to my knees

Then there’s me thinking bout the future
Tell me will this actually work?
Run away run away
Just stay just stay

You know I like to talk
And you respond, yeah a lot
But then you say I love you
Cant help it, me too

Why do I got all these thoughts?
After all it was me, you sought
You might be perfect
Just might
Ooh you’re taking me out tonight?

There goes my cheeks turning red
Make fun of me, oh you’re dead
I’m too glad you asked me out
And you don’t think I’m too loud
With you I lose my guard
And I stop trying so hard

But one thing I can’t stop
**Is busting out a rhyme
All the **** time

~~♥~~

I used to think men
should be more like books
Both you cannot
judge by looks...

If I didn't want to finish reading
I put it down... no heart was bleeding

A book will never fuss or fight
It will stay with you
through the night...

It doesn't smoke. It doesn't drink.
It won't leave toothpaste
in the sink!

It doesn't binge... it don't eat...
It won't leave up the toilet seat!

It don't forget. It doesn't mope.
It won't hog the TV remote!

It doesn't have to have
The last say...
It doesn't have legs

to walk away.

But it's not soft. It isn't warm.
It doesn't keep you
safe from harm.

Even though it makes no fuss
It can't think. It can't discuss.

Even though it has its charms
it can't hold you in its arms.

It doesn't pine. It doesn't miss.
It can't hug and it can't kiss.

So now I think on it again...
... I think BOOKS should be
             more like MEN!!!


SoulSurvivor
2/20/2015