Fuckin’ A!

Fuckin’ A!

I did it again.

I allowed myself to enjoy your company. I allowed you to wrap your arms around me.

I let your lips kiss my forehead. I let your heartbeat race against my body.

Why did you let this happen? Did you not know this effect you had on me?

We were just living in the moment, so why couldn’t those feelings just stay in that moment?

Why did they follow me home?

Now I have to put distance between us, again. Does “again” have to mean “forever” this time?

Fuckin’ A,                                                I hope not.



I’m standing in front of you.

I was hoping that you grew

But that you was nothing but a tall tale.

You would’ve been number three,

But nothing about you grew.

That had me looking at pale.

The Drinking Game

The Drinking Game

Glass half full.
Look to the left – bottle empty.
Look to the right – going for round two.

I’m falling behind.
Tilt my head back and now it’s empty.
Quick, catch up on round two.

Three down, but they’re still going.
Don’t stop until you’re caught up.

The world spins.
Faces blend together.
Let’s stop before it’s too late.

Look to the left.
Look to the right.
They’re still going, so why put up a fight?


Solace In Solitude

Solace In Solitude

Hello Sir,
Take me by the hand, but only for the night.
My heart will not speak to you,
For opening that red, bloody door is too much of a fight.
For only this one night, your physical feelings will suffice.

Hello Sir,
I call for you on this quiet night.
Please come mask the emptiness I feel, for only this one night.
Goodbye Sir,
You’ve been kind to my guarded door.
I’ve asked little of you,
but you’ve delivered more.
Your company was nice,
But I prefer to sit alone, on this empty floor.