written down and
sounded out the word
so much it's lost it's meaning.
four nonsensical letters
dangling in the air above my skull.
- skull; implies dead, rotting, brainless.
and i'm not sure
if you're the dictionary definition of
but i know it's something similar.
the words "making" and "love" seem like words
when put together
are reserved only for
and fairytale, this was not.
drinking starts at half eleven.
(haven't left my room yet, so i tell myself it's not that tragic).
and in my dreams i had a chance to make it right.
(probably why i didn't sleep most of the night).
never did play hard to get.
everything seems to be losing it's colour.
clock ticks with less enthusiasm.
thank you for giving me back my poetry.
you know, i could only ever write when i was