The city looks different tonight, but that might just be because I’m fucking high right now, and the loud music playing through the speakers of my girlfriend’s beater is making everything shake a little. I kind of like it.
I’m fucking tired of your love stories. And I’m tired of my love stories too. And I just want to move to California and wash all of these words off of me in the ocean. I think that would make me feel better. Refreshed. It might help me sober up, too, because I’m high rightContinue reading “Love Story”
She breaks up with me every night, when she is reminded of that one time I left right after we had sex. She thinks that I’m going to do it again, even though I only left that one time to go get coffee for both of us, and then I came right back. She saysContinue reading “Coffee”
Neon signs light up like they do in my dreams. People fight at the bar like animals proving their dominance. She’s there, dancing and laughing and making it worth it to be awake and not watching Animal Planet. I kind of like this bar.
I woke up naked, with her arms around my head, with my pants still hanging around my ankles, sort of off the bed. My dick is sore, and I feel her bare legs between mine. Weird. I don’t remember fucking last night. I don’t know if I had a condom on. I don’t know ifContinue reading “Worst Case Scenario”
My body is crude but her body is fire, and every time we lie together we ignite like a spark. Pulsing. Beating. Breathing each other’s hearts. I think that’s love.
She’s making jazz music in the kitchen, dropping pots and pans, and I’m setting the table, trying to dance along. She blushes. She’s always been embarrassed by how clumsy she is, even though she knows that I think it’s cute that she’s so clumsy. “Don’t make fun of me,” she says. “I’m not,” I say,Continue reading “Holiday Dinner”
She says that she will block my number if I don’t leave her alone. She says that I’ve already hurt her too much, and that she doesn’t want to see the poems that I write about her; it’s not fun like it used to be. But I’m selfish. And I keep texting her. And IContinue reading “Blocked”
It begins and ends with you, My dear, You’re my lover and my muse, And I fear that it will Always be that way. Always. Especially when everything Else is so impossible to Differentiate. Especially When life is nothing but Coffee stains and thirty- Second advertisements that Can’t be skipped soon enough. When it’s nothingContinue reading “The Beginning and The End”
I still use the mug That she got me for My birthday last year. I know that I Probably shouldn’t, But I do anyways. I probably shouldn’t Still wear the watch That she got me either, Or use the toothbrush That she left here, But I just haven’t got Around to throwing These things out.Continue reading “Desperate”