Old friends…

Red wine & smoking,

a mellow night with my friend.

Memory lane stalking,

with a Mary-Jane blend.

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Stupid…

I swung from the ceiling,

till it all crashed down.

Bang, crash and sawdust,

Red wine, egg, clown.

My sis came and saved me,

She cooked me some food.

Iv been talking her ear off,

She’s been calming my mood.

Red wine…

Red wine.

Conversation.

Laughter.

Spilt wine.

Cigarettes.

Music.

Unsteady steps.

Eye contact.

Kissing.

Carried to bed.

Undressed.

Touched.

Stroked.

Excitement.

Passion.

Pleasure.

Relief.

Love.

Eyes closing.

Sleep.

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Two to tango…

And still, we try…

Dinner, wine, snort,

and more wine…

Apple pie and ice cream

with wine…

Awkward conversation

mingles with the accusations

in each others eyes…

Neither one willing to speak

about the real problem…

Anger.

Guilt.

Hurt.

Guilt.

Those who are without sin

may cast the first stone…

We both stand on similar ground.

We both have every reason to feel angry.

Guilty,

and hurt.

 

 

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Nighttime…

 

It’s nighttime here,

I sit up on my own.

Alone in my room,

drinking wine, getting stoned.

 

Long used to the silence

From half of my bed,

Spending time with myself

and the thoughts in my head.

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My hangover…

The best thing i can do, is have a beer, and a snort.Image