we walk in pairs
holding the sides of strangers
to combat our inner wars
with the company
of flattering eyes
cheap drugs
and cheaper wine
aid our quest
to heal the inner aches
caused by the lonely city
for a moment
he holds me and I wonder
if this is how it should feel
though this is when his skeletons
are tucked in the closet
and I ate my secrets for dessert
so we crash into each other
at midnight
but the tide draws in at dawn
the wreckage of a storm
leaves me more lost
than driftwood
because we all know what it's like
to wake up, eyes open
in an empty bed
and realize, all at once
the goddess of insecurities
must reign over us all