You said you'd cry,
Well that was all a lie.
You said you cared,
That you meant the feelings we shared.
Well where are you?
I wish I knew.
I wish you were here,
Because I'm Living my biggest fear.
Your words mean nothing now,
I just don't understand how.
How you could lie to me,
How I though I could have thought that your love was free.
But I guess,
**** happens.

This might sound rude
    But right now im not in the mood
Listening to little kids as a mother sings her babys to sleep
     Talking to my boy as hes sayen hes about to leave
   Im just sayen im not in the best mood
My body isent funtioning in the way id like
And id rather not be sober on this ok night
   Id rather be doing something
    Somthing other then miss you
My father
    Your name
Well thats easy its chad
Your postion
Was a father
A husband
A listener
A provider
And the best part of chad
You made the choice to love and take care of me when you dident have to
    You wer a great dad
And i miss you dearly
You were the best person iv ever known
    My hart longs for you
        Chad
I had just started calling you dad
The day you passed
All o wanted was for you to stay home
To ride bikes with me but insted you had to work
   You had to leave
My daddy i miss you  
I just wanna hear your voice

Deep inside there is something hiding
a dark ball that no one can touch
I've locked it in a box
and kept it in the deepest crevice
for I fear of it getting out
many have tried to see the ball
through my eyes to my soul
however none have made it through
to the hidden treasure I keep
because if they ever do
I will never sleep
The darkness will show my true light
something that keeps me erratic
so I continue to push away
anyone who tries to find it
yet its only a matter of time
before my box will remain hidden

I’ve been watching you since that first hit
four and a half cigarettes ago. I haven’t taken my eyes off you since you moved
down two seats closer to me and ordered another drink.
Three drinks later my eyes still hadn’t moved away from that deep red-colored flannel.
I couldn’t taste what I was drinking any more. I would regret it in the morning
but I didn’t care. I would keep drinking as long as you were
there. You finished your eighth cigarette and slipped
out of that flannel to reveal a white V-neck that stretched over your strong arms
you’d probably deny you worked hard for. Another drink

was placed in front of me. Looking at the bartender
he pointed to you.
For the pretty lady that cost me more than half a pack of cigarettes and six drinks.
Raising his drink, we clanked glasses and I took another sip of what I swore tasted just like I imagined
Your lips would taste. I woke up
the next morning with a folded piece of paper
lying in the empty, wrinkled sheets beside me.
See you next Friday. It was then I realized
he'd forever be my favorite hangover.