Give me a glass and I will wait, thirsty
Add some ice and I can breathe frost
Pour in some tonic and I can tediously sip
Twist in a lime and I will sit in polite tolerance
Color it with vodka and I will philosophize about the mundane
Give me a shot raw and I will walk the fine line between brilliance and ignorance
Pass me a few more and I can trip into blissful euthanasia
Sit a man next to me and I can be seductive and wanton
Make him handsome and I can become an item of his clothing
Have him kiss me and I will become his sheep
Put a condom on him and I will talk to God
Give me four hours sleep and I can wake up sore and hungover
Hand me two aspirin and I can be ready to do it again
Why did I think I let you take my optimism?
My glass-is-half-full-and-bountiful-with-happiness mentality?
Because really, you didn't take my happiness.
You momentarily eclipsed it with your ambivalence.
But it's still there.
And after your voice has faded from my ear
And your kiss from my lips
I will still be able to see the joy in all of the little things.
Like knowing that I didn't need you to complete me.
As I endured before I met you, I will so now that you're gone.
A little more weathered perhaps, but also a little more proud.
Proud of myself for knowing that I continue to be enough.
Purge
Words spilling over lips like dirty rainwater into a gutter
Coming too fast but not fast enough to think
The wretched soul hanging to dry as the filth is being sprayed away
Each verbose drop absorbed into nonexistence
Confession
Elicited by patience, tolerance and a great drink special
Pure exhaustion
From nothing more than living
Doing the acts that constitute life
Spiced by the occasional shot
Enveloped in the haze from a lit cigarette
Reveling in the random encounter
Drowning in the glory of being young enough to be moderately irresponsible
And old enough to have the credit to pay for it all
FIRING SQUAD
Darkness
Tense anticipation
The painful promise
The waiting more excruciating than the intended end
The attack to come at any time
Its spontaneity defusing any possible defense
The breath catches
An incidental noise like a herald
The gunfired kiss rips through
Bruising the body
Begging to be wounded again
If it was not a moment
Then it was THE moment
A fleeting glance as I strolled by
A second of awe
A fraction of time that startles me to pause
The moment long enough for me to process only one thought
Damn, I look good!
CHESS
It was a battle of wills
A superb match between two grandmasters
Both players of the game for years
Exquisitely skilled in the finer psychology
The back and forth rapport almost dizzying to behold
A practical impasse, piece traded for piece
Then there was the look on his face that flashed for the merest of seconds
The sign of weakness
A break in the resolve
She knew he would concede
With the slickest of movements
He scribbled his number on the proverbial cocktail napkin
She slyly accepted the offering
Folded it into her purse without even looking at it
Accepting the resignation with a smile
I no longer desire you
My only desire is to walk away from you
My heart still my own
My head held high
Thoughts of you exorcised
But I've fallen prey to the comfort
The ease of being with you
The unrelenting fear of being alone
So I am unwittingly drawn back to you
I become the powerless stalker that no one wants to be
Unable to release
Not because of love, but the simple notion of having someone
Pathetically enough, anyone
Even you
And I finally understood how it could happen
How people could live without passion
Survive solely on the monotony
Because it was comfortable, easy
I would not resign myself to such a life
I would most certainly not resign myself to you.
Apart
Love from afar
Unrequited
Fearful of never
Hopeful for moments
Brushing glances
Engaging conversations
Providential kisses
Passion induced sentiments
Minor irritations
Evident annoyances
Uncompromising behavior
Abuses endured
Breaking patience
Tolerance executed
Ejaculated hate
Bitter
Apart
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