Tuesday, March 10, 2009

crappy poetry

somebody needs to take him home
he's drunk
he's getting depressed
kept mumbling
what a waste

***

i'm on your lips
i'll keep them soft
because you think you might kiss her tonight
how do I know this?
come on.

***

let's get some food
and some beer
maybe a condom or two
a girl at work fainted today
she came to and began
crying
i was different before i met
you

***

please my dear
please wake up
just this once
for old time's sake

please my dear
please make up
who you you think of
when I am away

***

Her favorite plant is an Azalea bush. Like the one she covered her first pet with. I asked her what plant she would cover me up with, and she just looked over, smiled, and said "Why do you think about such things?" I told her I didn't know. My breakfast was getting cold, and I was wondering why we didn't have sex that morning. I wonder if it had anything to do with the fact that we were at her parents' house. "Oops" I think to myself, "Now I've gone and done it!"

***

I ran after her, weaving through the people dancing, keeping up just enough to see her dart behind the next person. I try to grab her hand, and she pulls it away. She turns around and looks strait in my eyes "Don't you fucking dare." I can't say I'm sorry, I've got to make it count. But nothing comes out. Her eyes stay on me. "I'm sorry" I say. "Not this time" she replies "be sorry for yourself."

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