i can't do this much longer.


i miss the smell of a woman in my bed,
i miss the way her skin would feel,
i miss feeling like i have someone.


everyone is so cold.

i shiver the whole night through
sweating and swearing
yes i get too excited when
i think you're around.

it gets nore important than you believe,
to be held, to be holding
a royal flush
to beholden emboldens
and traps us laughing.

sadness is a secret
the dirtiest ones that you can remember
not half as stinging as a fresh blister
in the open air, one you got getting drunk
to loosen up your spine
and ease the strain on either side.
it's so quiet in the pain
sometimes it gets easier to sleep and lose,
hopefully lose sight.