That feeling,
I don't even know how,
Is it love?
Is it hatred?

Day by day I've been wondering,
Is it what do we call as love?
Or better yet, hatred?

I love being surrounded by you,
In the same time I hate the fact that you were around.

With you by my side,
Cheering me up,
Until late at night.

With you by my side,
Every single moments wasn't right,
We end up with fights.

That feeling,
It so ****** up,
Either hatred or love,
Our feeling is always baffled.

Little has been made
Of the hurtling calendar.
Countless days masturbated
Into oblivion.
I'm supposed to
Have my life together,

Like all my accomplished
Peers who are doing
Well for themselves,
Bachelor degrees and
Promising careers,
Absolutely deserving
Of envious applause

From a coddled child
Who has yet to evolve into
A fully functional adult.


(c) 2015 Brandon Antonio Smith

Always fine,
Maybe I'm blind
One drink too many
Captain was poured short
Always fine
Maybe I'm blind
Four pills
They shake it all down
Maybe I'm blind
Maybe I'm always fine.

I've realized over the year's
I've drank enough liquor
To match all of my tears.