May 2012
88 posts
I literally get no hugs anymore. A few years ago, I’d get like, ten hugs a day. What the hell happened to that? Hugs make everything better..
Drunken words are sober thoughts;
or so I’ve heard from
some bar side scribe,
as he sips on his brandy and ice,
trying to remember in vain
the taste of your lips
in between shots of vodka,
trying to remember in futility
the feel of skin beneath my fingers,
holding a chilled glass in…
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If I’d seen what I mistook for heartstrings
were in truth the first thin threads of doubt
that my pen, unsuspecting, was playing
what my voice should’ve been plucking out
I’d have told you your love was a favor
the most precious gift I’d ever earned
but I am not writing of longing
or calls no one…
“I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour
But heaven knows I’m miserable now
I was looking for a job, and then I found a job
And heaven knows I’m miserable now
In my life
Why do I give valuable time
To people who don’t care if I live or die ?”