Even at my age I give myself frustrations,
Can't believe I still feed my temptations,
Feed the beast some say,
3 straight days with all your attention just for it all to fall silent come that Monday,
That's one way to drunk hook up, sounds good, alright,
Every time I closed my eyes for a month i was right back to that Sunday night,
Sharing your bed laying right next to you, no words said,
In the end it's okay cause somehow it'll all have been in my head,
Don't relive the dead, push through without you here,
The best nights of my life the last 2 years have been with you there,
With the blues near I'll tell you one thing,
If I couldn't make you happy hope those new drunk hook ups can,
Was I ever more then a hook up? Maybe just a bday buddy?
You made me hungry for your attention and then your body,
Maybe need to bring back an old hobby, write it out most say,
When any attraction and romance are gone don't expect it to come back, so I'll be on my way.
So scarily true. I realise
So scarily true. I realise now in hindsight that we can't make others happy because we choose to be unhappy and are unable to be made happy ourselves. Powerful write here.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
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