“  Don’t ask me how I’ve been
unless you’re prepared.

Truth is, I haven’t been great, but that’s
predictable.   “

I’m not even looking at her anymore.
Just staring at the ceiling, this deadpan expression carved into my stone face.

She asks me if I need anything.

I just laugh.
Bitter, cruel.
This is past the breaking point.

“  No, no.
It’s too late.

You’re too late.  “

A mind a drift, lost in madness
by the sound of your cries,
oh how I long for your return; but all I hear is goodbye,
your lust has long a passed me and its
driving me to cry.
How I long for your sighs and your lies.
I sit here, hear, drunk, yelling out
how its gone: the taste of your waist and by God,
the heat from your chest
was the best. You never let me rest, jumping
and clawing, till their was blood on my back.
Your lipstick on my chest.
And your gone.
And I'm back to this drink.

You poured your words
into my whiskey glass.
Over and over
again.
I drank every drop
In good faith.
Hopelessly drunk
on a dream of love.

Now you fill my glass
and pour it down the drain
as I reach for you.

This hangover
is gonna be my worst.

A bitter taste upon my tongue reveals that you are near.
Cleansing flames fueled by rage ***** out bits of fear.
I scream and shout my call to arms knowing you won’t hear,
Or understand my battle cry; there is no love lost here.

moments wrapped in romance that end with bitter sunrises and goodbyes
moments so fragile and rare that i wonder
if they would have the same taste if not such a delicacy
but i'd still devour you as i lay here and recall years of wavering emotions
suppressed desires and volcanic explosions that retreat into dormancy
i wonder could we ever flow together
or are we two twin souls finding each other in the wrong lifetime

The tears keep rolling
down as mind
sabotages my joy.
I drown into the
pools of inky fear
to save what is
left of my mind.