My life falls in and out of
chapters.
Some, you'll have to read twice
to get the full picture.
I don't quite understand
how it happened,
or why;
but it has left me feeling displaced
and full of bitter emptiness.
It makes you a hypocrite and
it makes me the one in the right
because I knew you were no different
than the rest of the boys
in search of a ho to make them happy.
All of your words
were cheap, so much less than the wine
that was drank, spilt,
lost between the moments before the first kiss
and the last...
I was never good for you
when you had her on your mind, but
the rest of the time was like love.
My life falls in and out of chapters.
There is a rhythm in the words, unwritten
that follows the ebb and flow of a weary tide.
