It smelled like cheap beer
and stale cigarettes,
and my shoes stuck to the floor.

My head throbbed with an ache
even my ***** tonics couldn't soothe,
and watching you watching her made me
feel short of breath.

I shook her hand and smiled
as I glanced at the hickey on your neck.
You gave me a hug and offered me a cigarette,
and I smoked it in the corner
Alone.

My friend is a painter.
My friend is a singer.
Self-sabotage is the only thing I'm good at.

I'll *******,
If you want.
Cause I want it
Just as bad as you do.
But I also want to hear the rustle of the sheets
When you turn over in the middle of the night.
I want to feel your hot breath on my neck.
I want the stubble on your chin to graze my cheek
As you kiss me gently on the forehead.
And when I whisper "goodnight," you don't have to reply.
Just nudge me with your knee
Or poke me with your elbow.

So, I like lipstick
And kissing someone I know
Or someone I don't

I will only be comfortable
If you're as uncomfortable as I am.
I'll only let my guard down
If you let yours down first.

Someone once told me
That in every relationship
One person always cares more than the other.
One person's attachment runs a little bit deeper.

Ignorance is bliss,
But power and control,
I can't relinquish that.

A fish needs water
I need someone to love me
What's the difference?

If bad things come in threes,
Why do good things come one at a time?
Why do the bad things lead to the development of bad habits
Sleeping till noon, ******* down cigarettes
Like they contain oxygen.

Yet the good things are fleeting.
Not even around long enough to take a picture,
To hang on a cracking cork board above my bed.