You drug me to hell,
And left me there.
Then went back for another girl.

And now I'm hitchhiking home.
With a knife in my back,
And smoke in my lungs.

Remembering the one I fell in love with.

You were a con artist that stole my heart.
You had such high morals.
A future.
A dream.
Me.

Now I have high morals.
A future.
A dream.
Me.

And you have bat **** on your eyes.
No future.
No dream.
Her.

Who's winning?

"Well, that just doesn't pluck my
                                                                heartstrings."
He said at the girl.
Those ruby lips pursed
and he wanted to part them roughly
                                                                with his tongue.
She flipped her honey hair
sending a wave of cigarette smoke
                                                               and expensive
                                                                                    perfume

filling his eyes
and his head
and his mouth
The urge to grab a handful
and push her to her knees
                                                               grew.

He grabbed her hand
bringing it gently to his lips
looking into her brown eyes, he

                                                             winked.

Clear off the bed
and come lie next to me
or lie with me
or crawl under these sheets
and die with me
or without
I'm used to it
but I could get used to this

Clear out your mind
and sink down low with me
or get high with me
or hold my hand
and lose some time with me
or without
I'm used to it
but I could get used to this

Clean up your act
and fall apart with me
or fall, apart from me
or fall, a part of me
and take some time to cry with me
or without
I'm used to it
but I could get used to this

Clean out your car
and run away with me
or run to me
or put it in reverse
and go back to the start with me
or without
I'm used to it
but I could get used to this

Cleanse your spirit
and embrace this pain with me
or brace for pain with me
or take a moment to put me back together
and just be with me, with me
or without
I'm used to it
but I could still get used to this

54

If I should die,
And you should live—
And time should gurgle on—
And morn should beam—
And noon should burn—
As it has usual done—
If Birds should build as early
And Bees as bustling go—
One might depart at option
From enterprise below!
’Tis sweet to know that stocks will stand
When we with Daisies lie—
That Commerce will continue—
And Trades as briskly fly—
It makes the parting tranquil
And keeps the soul serene—
That gentlemen so sprightly
Conduct the pleasing scene!

My Mother, sobbing

In my bedroom asking me

Why I needed this

Hey, did you know that I know you lied?

Here I am again, writing in my car, and this time I can't pretend that we are friends. We're not friends, friends don't do the things we did and the ones you've done since then makes think we've never been.

When is this night gonna end? Are you lying in her bed? All these questions hit my head.. Hey where's the whiskey at again?

You were discombobulated when you showed up at my door, leaving glitter on my floor.
*But I don't like you anymore.

Woman
I touched your skin long ago
In a small home
you made for yourself
somewhere between
brick and gates
and a
lost
key
I felt the curve of your hips
A tight grip
A wet kiss

You were shy
Your big brown eyes gleaming
In a faint light
That peeked through your
bedroom window

This
twisted lust
it sneaks in
It dizzies the mind
unravels desire
entangles mystery
lady
my heart has never met my spine.

You are tangled in your own way now
Sedulous
Passed from sight
You met a good man
At least I've heard
And I still think of you
From time to time