I eat bread
I drink wine
I get drunk
because you’re not here
and I need to eat you,
I need to drink you
and be drunk of you.
Everything seems disgusting
when you’re so far away
and I cannot do
all the things I wished to do,
and say all the things I wished to say.
So I’m here
in my small room,
all alone
waiting for some other thing to arrive
to eat,
to drink
or to get drunk with,
all because you are not here
or I am not there
and that makes me feel so miserable
I don’t even want to look at my *****
Feb 17, 2011
Feb 17, 2011 at 4:16 AM UTC
I eat bread
I drink wine
I get drunk
because you’re not here
and I need to eat you,
I need to drink you
and be drunk of you.
Everything seems disgusting
when you’re so far away
and I cannot do
all the things I wished to do,
and say all the things I wished to say.
So I’m here
in my small room,
all alone
waiting for some other thing to arrive
to eat,
to drink
or to get drunk with,
all because you are not here
or I am not there
and that makes me feel so miserable
I don’t even want to look at my *****