We lied there, between her sheets,
finger painting on each others skin.
and then she kissed me for the first

time after we- and that is when I knew,
that her love was the kind of love that burns
as it travels down your throat

And all I could taste were the lovers in her past,
the hearts that she broke,
and I knew that if I stayed my heart

would burn amongst theirs, so...
I did what I do best.
I gathered up my clothes that fell

on to the ground an hour before we-
I walked to the door and twisted the
glass stained ****

and left

That morning when I woke upon
my sheets. I kissed my darling, promised,
girl next to me and tasted

nothing

One more late night excursion
One more one night stand
With yet another wrong one

The wind blows me around like a plastic bag
Circles me around floating high above

Feet searching for the end of the bed
Trying to stand on solid hardwood

I don't know or I can cease to remember how I got here
How these are things that occupy my mind
How to cross the street and wait for the light to green
To convince myself
I need liquid courage
To let these moments manifest in my thick presence

I am different, hardly recognize me
I've changed, and I don't think I like this mirror image of what I would be
Compared to who stares back at me

I tiptoe across the wooden floor avoiding all the creaks.
Moonlight streaming through open windows of a silent summer night,
casting shadows over rumpled sheets of a well-used king size bed.
I hear the water running in the bathroom across the hall,
grabbing clothing strewed around the room I move with ninja speed.
Hunting for the elusive pair of ******* I just can’t seem to find.
Forget it, time is almost running out, I need to leave before that door opens.
Rushing now I grab my stash and head for the front door,
lightly hopping, stealthily propping as I pull on piece by piece.
Last, my shoes, I grab as I unlock the front door,
grab my keys, leave the note and run out barefoot.
“It was fun, I had to run, see you again someday,”
get in my car, start the engine, drive, drive away.

Cause she'll always be my lovely,
And I'll always be a **** up.
In the end that's the only thing,
That really matters.
But does it have to be that way,
Everything I do is poetic
And I'm tired of explaining every metaphor to you.
So just judge me,
For doing you wrong,
And while you sitting in you hatred
I'll show others to get along.
Cause I place my bets on the small talk,
All my money is on the rejects,
Don't tell me I'm less than you
No I can still be something greater

no one survives the hunt
or the transformation
between a juddering ****
that resembles desire
and the notch of recognition

strangers kiss
their lips full
of panic and desire

Your hands,
like moth’s wings,
pass over my cheekbones,
attracted to the light behind my eyes.
You leave a trail,
like dust from moth’s wings,
as you float off and away
from my life as soon as
the sun rises.

But such is a great story,
of two friends
who fell in love
with ideas
inspired by tequila
wrapped around the pleasures of the naked body

I wondered why this had never happened before?

You showed me your world
in your favorite beer
as I tried to show you
mine
in cards

but your world was better
more fun
adventurous
and blurry
so I let you grab me
and kiss me
and bring me to my bed
to share my world

It was a whirlwind romance
4 hours, tops.
I wouldn’t add or subtract
any time
you made me feel
like love was fun
silly
and perfect

and our story wouldn’t be so brilliant
if you were still here
you gave me one night
of the sweetest medicine
and now you’re off
enjoying other pleasures
with other women
in other lands
and all I can say is

thank you.