Just when I thought I had forever
I got lost in my emotions
and now I cry because I know that you are no good for me.
But I hate feeling so alone
so of course I hit up your phone
You say come over ; you always get the best of me
Yet you bring out the worst in me.
Now we're done and all I can taste is you.
I whimper to myself because was it worth the pleasure?
Before coming here I felt like I diamond
but as I leave I feel like buried treasure.
I always told myself this wouldn't last forever
We eventually lost the real connection.
Then I realized there's no use in all this time we're spending
Holding in all the anger at the bottom of the ocean
I hoped you'd be my savior
the *** had me distracted
unaware of your behavior
I knew that I was drowning but I didn't know you were the
Anchor.

...

On Sundays, I drink
more coffee and more whiskey.
Reflections on the previous week
provide for accurate predictions
about the week ahead.
Books and snacks go down easily.
Attaining clear focus
helps the writer observe society
to build the words
that raise spirits
and raze evil.

–Ron Gavalik