accumulating despair
multiplying pressure
endless nagging
another bottle, another sniff
and it all will disappear

brown sweet eyes, curly hair slightly rough
firm light brown skin  
faint smell of cigarette smoke
mixed with little musky smell
of sweat
and a taste of slightly sour and sweet
lips
it was years ago but I still remember

The greatest fear that everyone possesses,
Is being Vulnerable around the wrong person.

I awoke to this same troubling life
where roses are never red
and if they are then someone must
have died

I can live
with fake products
than fake people