i have to warn you
there is no room for excuses here
and if it's the sex that sells well
then sell it baby &

forgive yourself in the morning

but quit reaching towards me
like it all means something we
both know in the end you'll
only slap my hands away

i've been here before boys
occupying my time using up
my drunken late-nights as
carelessly as chewing a piece
of gum and never really there
at all & i was

never really there at all
staring up at ceilings or
looking down at floors &
always so thirsty tell me
what is the proper etiquette
in situations such as this

so many times wanting to
reach for my drink or my beer
and the coast is never clear because
someone is always watching

watching

and i am watching this unwind
in slow motion another saturday
night wasted on the notion that
i could ever love anyone come

sunday morning

and sunday morning comes &
i'm back to myself again hung
over from sex & alcohol so often
they go hand in hand

they are practically friends but

i'm not feeling friendly as i slip
out the door into another bright
mourning sunlight piercing through
my skin birds mocking me because

they know where i've been

and the only thought i'm thinking
it's time to start drinking

again.

02/28/2008

Author's Note: yes, i am really this self-destructive.

Posted on 02/28/2008
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