Stale beer and cheap cigarettes.
She tilted the long neck bottle up,
And swallowed another death wish.
She said under her breath,
"This one's for you."

The guy across the fire smiled at her.
His hands touched her softly,
But it reminded her of you.
Another swig of beer.
Tonight was her breaking point,
And you were gone.

It wasn't making love,
they were ******* on a torn couch.
He wouldn't remember her name in the morning,
But she didn't know her name that night.

The sad part is standing back and watching.
I know she isn't like this.
You started this,
All by telling her "I don't know."

Call me a smoker
If you can read my poetry and get high on it
Call me the messenger
If you believe my poetry is talking to you
Call me a rapper
if you can create lyrics out of me
Call me a preacher
If you believe my Scriptures made you believe in God once more
Call me a taker
if you read my poetry a thousand times from different beings

Call me a pretender
If my poetry is just one of those many fictions you've read
call me a killer
if my poetry made you lose hope in love
call me a stranger
if you don't know me but we can still cling
call me a liar
if you just hate me and my poetry
call me a sister
if my poetry lived in one of your moments

Call me an executioner
if I told you that "bitter" truth you always knew but escaped
Call me a brother
if you know deep inside we are one
call me ?
If I showed you who Romeo is
Call me diary
if you read my poetry and remembered that you were here once upon a time

Call me a stalker
if my poetry is always talking about your ex
call me a friend
If my poetry told you that you love him/her very much and that's the scary part
call me a believer
if my poetry said something about judgment day
Call me a poet
if you believe am getting better at expressing myself,your world and the moment

If your reading this right now and you believe poetry is what brought us together.*call me Carter