I’ve drawn a thin line
Between ignorance
and confidence.

My ego grows by
the day,
making me out to be
maybe, just maybe,
not what I want to be.

Standing outside
in the middle of
January
with a t-shirt and jeans on,
holding a draft beer in my
right hand and a cigarette
in my left
Shouting,
“I’ll live forever.”

Hitting on girls
in front of their significant other.

My line is thin,
it only grows thinner.

Day by day,
night by night,
I don’t become better
Like I think I do.

I’ve become worse.

And it’s because of you.