She had wine colored lips
probably because she was drunk off of wine
her eyes were the color of tears
but she had just been crying
she looked good, **** good
but then again, I was drunk and on a dry streak
whatever, it’s valentines night
and I don’t think she has ever even heard of self-esteem
plus, it’s too dark in here to really see anybody
amorphous shadows trying desperately to get laid
it’s all fun and games until it isn’t
but that’s tomorrow morning
and for now -
consequences do not exist
I was watching the TV
so I could find out which ****
the worthless **** of the week
was sitting on
you know,
conversation topics
she was watching the rain wash away the snow
you know,
wishful thinking