#51

Tuesday, December 31, 2013


"The problem with these people is they understand the obvious; the problem with these people is they understand their vices, not their faults"

Judge me as you smoke your life away
Tonight, you'll probably find yourself
Knelt in front of the altar of excess
Voluntarily expelling your bile
The same way you do while sober
And when the grand moment has come
I hope he tastes it on your lips
And I hope somewhere
Beneath numbing layers of
Self-denial, lies, rationalization, and drugs
    (see, we really are the same)
The part of you that knows he's wrong
Screams loud enough
That even the music and laughter can't block it out
This time I hope you listen
Though I know you'll watch yourself please him
Convinced that it's love
Because it fleetingly satisfies your hunger for acceptance
Vomit that out, too
For yourself
And start fasting
Hunger pangs get easier to deal with
    (or at least ignore)
With the passing of time
And eventually you'll find someone
Who will take away your hunger completely
It won't be me
   (though I still wish it was - my apologies)
But you'll find someone

...or, I hope you do
Because you deserve it
If only you'd try

#50

Monday, December 2, 2013

In bed
Our bodies -
Mirror images when face-to-face -
Fit together as we lay here
Fully clothed
Contours perfectly aligned

I kiss the vertebra at the base of your neck
And drift into sleep
Dreamless
Because nothing could be better than this
And awaking alone
I know nothing could be less likely