Bar Thoughts

Sort of drove 3 chicks [sic] away. But didn't, really. Drunken chat, then they split, one telling me I should talk to chicks [sic] instead [of writing]. Feel almost boozed out. With like 7/8 of a Guiness. Once other broad [sic] comes back to occupy Brad I'll drink like a bastard then go. Writing at very moment so as not to make eye contact. Chick[sic] was basically telling me I failed in not hitting on her. That hurts.

Drunk Fragments/Pauline

Somehow they sense
you're preoccupied
the hints you drop
they let it lie
all the things you say end in a sigh
you think you should
you shouldn't try

think you broke your thumb
(I know that something hurts)
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You're the ache in my wrist you're the break in my heart.
you're the one that I miss when I lie in the dark.
Don't have anything that profound to say.
Only that you split when I hoped you'd stay.

In the absence of something
the something is you
it's worse than nothing
but it's something to do.
I don't usually talk this way.
Just stupid mood I'm in today.

I didn't really know you
but we covered a lot
if you didn't notice
I always thought
you had the most interesting things to say.
Now you're gone I hear them anyway.

across the street

When I'm bored with nothing to do
I hurt myself and think of you.
When it's the same and nothing's new
I lose myself in bands of blue.
Love and pain can be renewed
I hurt myself and love you too.

Found Song

A decision was made
In an apartment an hour away
No word on how
The verdict was reached
The jurist entitled to what she believes
And I am consigned to weeks of hard time
While I re-examine what’s really mine
It’s a death sentence, but I feel just fine
Guilty for sure but not of the crime.

No system in place
To make some appeal for some sort of grace,
For some sort of mercy,
But mercy’s a joke
Pray a Hail Mary, it’s all that she wrote.
You really won’t call? Won’t help me at all?
Rhetorical questions for a rhetorical wall.
Sad Cinderella skipped out on the ball,
The prince that she left just mopes in the hall.

As for self-pity, what’s more attractive?
The guy that you’re with, I’m sure he’s a bastard
I try to be strong, I wind up sarcasticAnd you’re left better alone

Hope takes time to die,
the clown said with a sigh.
Then he said it again.
The clown's been quiet since then.

What are you here for?
The nurse clutched her clipboard.
She didn't know who you were.
She thought you were a visitor.

The one who loved you most
is a girl as much as a ghost.
Your love may be alive,
but the girl who loved you died.