May 2015
Don't question why it's four A.M. and I'm chugging
beer and wine and whisky.
It was the only thing keeping me from crying on your floor
while she guiltily tried to kiss me.
Don't question why I kissed her back through my confusion.
It was the only way to avert my eyes and maintain the illusion.
I couldn't bear to see the way your palms might look upon her skin.
Don't question my wide eyed numb limbed giggling pretense.
And how dare you call it salty or bitter or
anything other than exactly what it was.
Don't question my sad stumbling walk when you know I've got a buzz.
beer and wine and whisky.
It was the only thing keeping me from crying on your floor
while she guiltily tried to kiss me.
Don't question why I kissed her back through my confusion.
It was the only way to avert my eyes and maintain the illusion.
I couldn't bear to see the way your palms might look upon her skin.
Don't question my wide eyed numb limbed giggling pretense.
And how dare you call it salty or bitter or
anything other than exactly what it was.
Don't question my sad stumbling walk when you know I've got a buzz.
I know you like metaphors so I'll make it more entertaining for you:
It was simply a masquerade with ravishing ball gowns and black glitter and long feathers and powdered noses and bouquets of daisies, daffodils, and roses in attempt to hide the wounds from swords of betrayal with beautifully choreographed waltzes and methodically orchestrated poses.
It was simply a masquerade with ravishing ball gowns and black glitter and long feathers and powdered noses and bouquets of daisies, daffodils, and roses in attempt to hide the wounds from swords of betrayal with beautifully choreographed waltzes and methodically orchestrated poses.
