He is an idiot
A raging fucking ball of hormones
With a consistent amount of stupidity enough
To keep him uninteresting.
If you want someone grunting on top of you
Then two minutes later falling asleep
I can give you his number.
He slid right into first base
So I guess I thought I would toss the ball around
Just to see if he had the guts
To run the other bases.
He wrote me a note
Which surprised me
Not because of its content
But because I didn’t think he could write.
He slipped and fell one time
Instead of helping him up
I made him think I didn’t notice
Then he never heard from me again.
A car sped past at well over 100mph
I was jealous
Because the car was red
And mine was black.
Do you hear that sound?
It is the one people make when their bullshit
Is so convoluted in lies a deceit
Even they can’t figure out who they are.
Why do they do this to us?
Would we have not cared about who they really were
That they had to make up this elaborate lie
In order to make themselves more interesting?
Do people not realize
The bullshit they get on our shoes
Is so very easy
To wash away?
I stand in a thicket
Branches are growing around me
Am I simply taking up space
Or is there something about all this
That makes it important
Does getting absolutely wasted
Really solve any of your problems
Or does it simply make your pain go away
For a few hours?
Do you ever worry
During those few hours
You aren’t feeling pain
That you will make another bad decision?
It is your pain
There are people in my life
Whose demons play very well with my own
They sit and have tea
Talk about all the things they made us do.
While we as humans sit nicely
Talking about all the good things
We never did
Because we were too busy doing the bad shit
We insist on denying.
You ever read something
Then realize it made very little sense
Then think back on it
And realize it fit perfectly?
He kept driving past me in this car
While I stood still
Unable to move
Because of these thorns around me
Every time I would breathe
They would jab me
But I couldn’t stop
Because every time I did
He would remind me
I was alive.
Like living in a parallel universe
Where time doesn’t matter
Distance is relative
Feelings are placed in nicely sealed bag.
Lives are not changed
Because all of it, every single part
Is as untrue
As everything he told you last night
Just before he came.
Because everyone knows
That nobody tells the truth
When they are naked.
A tube of lipstick lays on my counter
As a huge reminder to me
That when things don’t come in handy for me
I like to ignore them.
Who are you ignoring right now?
Who are you making feel insignificant?
Who are you leaving in the reeds?
Is it a beautiful rose you once loved
Or one of those nasty little weeds?