What’s your poison whiskey gin
On either or I am sanguine
Tasteless ***** spirit hit
So, no one near will notice it

*** refreshes empty cups
A brandy fix restores your ups
All in all, the champagne thrills
‘til eyelids droop and temper spills

Come on, come on just one more drink
To bring my head back from the brink
Then lay in bed sleep like a log
Arise red-eyes we’ll walk the hairy dog

By Ropey Rhyme https://lyriclines-lettsy.blogspot.com/2018/12/whats-your-poison.html

It’s three am and I’m currently debating talking to ghosts about my problems
Because I stayed up till three am thinking about said problems without actually trying to **** myself, I’ll give myself a pat on the back make myself a tea in the mug you left at my place and call it self care,
I talk to the ghosts about my problems and they don’t answer back,
The same way you won’t answer my calls
The same way I know you won’t answer my calls because like the ghosts you are dead.
Because you decided to **** yourself.
And I hate you for it
I hate you because I know you stayed up till three am thinking about your problems
I hate you because sometimes I wish you talked to ghosts about your problems
Talked to me
I hate that I didn’t notice
I hate myself for hating you at first
I still use your stupid mug
It’s just like every other ******* mug
Just drank by a ghost

sip of water
one sip of water
after a day of incomprehensible
after incomprehensible light
after incomprehensible eyes of water
water sip one water
me a little bit
I am incomprehensible for a whole day
did not drink or eat anything but how much
how much water was more accurate
in my heart and in my eyes and in my
in the words of incomprehensible sip of water give water
oh sip finally walked in my day
here is a little bit left until the evening of inspiration

26.12.18

Love, what sweet despair
and what mournful joy
Is love, having a wife
To hold at night
To kiss after work
or
Is love, changing the lonely shower
into the ******* hour
To hold at night
To make love with after work;
Though:
Is love, the poison of our hearts
and the fuel of despair
To cry at night
To drink after work

Love is a hell of a drink.
One sip and it makes
you brave enough to
think you can win
against the world.
It also makes you
paranoid and panic
out of your wits as
you stare into the
eyes of obliteration.
But that’s what love does;
it musters courage and
summons the monsters,
then mixes it into a terrifying
concoction called risk.

I know you’re scared.
I am scared shitless, too.
Let’s get drunk together,
What say you?

I feel like I need to spill my feelings
into some other coffee.

Throw back another shot,
Put on that dress that radiates
The siren within.
Go out and hunt.
Dance like you actually want to.
Break his heart.
Ruin his life.
Feign confidence.
Make him believe he wants you
More than you want him.  
Make him follow you like a puppy,
Throw him a smile to gives him hope.
Paint your mouth a pretty colour
So he notices.
Find love,
If only for few hours.
Don’t regret when you wake up.
Even though,
The light of day is a cruel mistress.