be my lush
and i'll be your drunk
we can both pretend like everything is okay
we can dance when there's no music
make love sunrise to sunset
and i'll wake up in the morning to make you coffee
and we'll share that first cigarette
but.
alas
people don't need love
they need success in some form of another
it can be love, but it doesn't have to be
people don't need religion
if they can believe in themselves
it's awful to give someone hope
some dream of a place better than this
a fake, sorrow filled story to transfix
it's horrible for someone to lie
because their reasoning is to keep from hurting
when your lie hurts twice as much as the truth
but you don't know anything about that do you?
people don't need television
if they weren't so afraid of their own thoughts
scared of small beast infecting their brains
gnawing on their hairless skulls
devouring, injecting, fornicating, fucking and sucking
frightened of modesty or morality
of virtue and lunacy
but they're not afraid to be victims
i haven't heard "i'm Sorry" muttered from a woman's mouth since i can remember
and i'm talking genuine, sincere, truthful sorry
which is asking alot
but somehow
in their twisted brains
they don't see the actions they take
or they rather remain oblivious to them
or maybe it doesn't matter?
perhaps i'm being a bit cynical
which is the typical role of the drunk correct?
ironic: none of you remember me
but i make it a point to remember you
that's all i have
you know what i love?
asking for your phone number in the goofiest way possible
bringing flowers that i picked especially for you
dancing together to the music in my head
showing up on your doorstep at 2am with a six pack of tecate
cooking you dinner from scratch
babying you when you're sick
feeding you gummy bears
putting my hand on the back of your neck as we walk down the street
running my hands through your hair
licking that nice piece between your earlobe and shoulders
rubbing your feet
acting bewildered
letting you feel independent
goodnight text
and good morning text
and we ramble like penguins
in the dysert
good night kiss
and good morning kiss
no matter how bad your breath stinks
whats funny
what makes me laugh down into my soul
is the things i enjoy the most, are never done to me
i take pleasure, great pleasure, in putting that smile on your face
whats the true laughing of the gods
is the ones who actually check this thing
this online "blog" (which is also bullshit)
are woman
woman
my biggest audience
my greatest delight
yes
my vice