long nights of
strange men
and ***** water,
you can't see any further.
and you can't read your watch to tell the time
for you sold it
to a family who needed it
more than you did.
but that's just it,
you didn't need it
but now you do
you've gone somewhere
of a dark glow
not knowing which corners to turn
not remembering your childhood
because you keep thinking you'll find it
at the bud of a cigarette
or the bottom of each bottle called
jack daniels that you like to sip at
you don't find it odd anymore when those
strange men role down their windows
knowing you'll hop in with no second guesses
and you don't find it weird anymore that love hurts
because you keep convincing yourself
that these aged men love you
but who gives a ****?
who cares about who loves you?
you don't
and that's why you keep finding the emptiness of bottles
and ends of cigarettes
because your life is in that container of poison
and your life is in the nicotine of that drag
and once you take your last sip,
or your last puff
you're at the end of the road
with blood tracks that you can't wipe off
and now you're laying there with no pulse
because you thought
life was meant for the unstable

~t.s.