Chameleon

Chameleon Nov 2015

Sitting here and it feels like
my brain is scrambling to
find something, or do something
I need.
But here I am,
in bed at 1 a.m on a Saturday;
writing my junk poetry,
smoking what was left of a cigarette
I found in the ash tray.
I had a glass of wine earlier,
which I enjoyed with the spaghetti
I made. (My best so far)
I watched two movies I rented,
and smoked some ****,
and now I am here.
I want to read Bukowski,
but my eyes feel more like closing.
I guess I'll let sleep win this round.

Chameleon Nov 2015

i love it

I'll never get tired of
you texting me and saying
you love me,
you miss me.
Have a good day.

Chameleon Nov 2015

the weekend

I'm calling it an early night.
I'm ready for sleep.
Hoping my mouth won't hurt in the
morning,
from smoking, eating
and worst of all,
grinding my teeth.
I've tried calling him about 3 times,
just to say;
I miss you and I love you.
Good night, I can't wait to see you.
He didn't pick up.
No service I guess.
So, I'll go to sleep lonely
like I normally do.
Maybe I'll have company in my dreams.

Chameleon Nov 2015

Wisdom

What a long,
painful day.
I was in the operating chair
before 9 a.m.,
getting those useless wisdom teeth
plucked from my head.
So much annoying pain,
terrible pain meds.
So much blood,
not enough gauze.
No smoking, no straws,
scared to eat, scared to drink.
Tired; with even more noticeable bags
hanging under my eyes.
Praying, hoping, wishing,
this is all over soon.

Chameleon Nov 2015

show me

I worry a lot.
I don't like the way things
just seem to go right now.
I want to see you more.
I'm worried that you aren't attracted to me anymore.
I worry that you don't care about me.
I'm worried you could live without me,
because I can't.
I want you to try harder.
Make me feel the way I feel about you.
Put me first, talk about me,
beg to see me.
Just let me know you still want me.

Chameleon Nov 2015

love

He was just a boy she worked with
who made her lose her breath
every time he looked at her.
She was a girl that he couldn't
help but kiss,
the first time they hungout.

They spent hours together,
days,
then years and
they fell in love,
made love
and created love.

Chameleon Oct 2015

read

I wonder if you still want
to read me anymore.
If you even do.