Summer of 2019 belongs to me... years away yet somewhere in-between. Friends with scooters and spilt milkshakes... tobacco shops and drunken mistakes. Uber drives in new scented cars... with unlikely dives at classy gay bars. Cigarette butts and cold wind nights... hotel keys and blurred city lights. Crooked smiles and shitty leftovers... With a pancake … Continue reading 2019
The disregarded details are what I remember... The sullen specifics I'd prefer to forget.
Between the faded blue lines of cheap white paper I always find you.
Maybe I was wrong... Maybe my beliefs were falsified. Maybe my emotions took hold... Maybe my thoughts were calcified. Maybe I did what was best... Maybe you felt crucified. Maybe I chose correctly... And maybe we'll end up feeling satisfied.
Those are alcohol infused words mixed with emotionally confused verbs. Nothing more... And nothing less.
I don't have to second guess or question what if... Because that sewage spewing from your mouth is nothing more than melodramatic, narcissistic, complete bullshit.
No thoughts. No prayers. No hope. No remorse.
Headlights mark another highway like mismatched string lights. Lights of solemn beams endlessly cascading together to form vibrant clusters against the skyline... Eventually becoming nothing but hazy blurs in the growing distance... Until consumed by darkness... And gone from sight.
The images and sounds from those days have stayed with me. Just pieces of moments so innocent and random... Yet they cling and hang to me as stubbornly as wet clothing... That's unable to dry and impossible to disrobe.
Go ahead... Try to gain my attention through your sociopath facade... Because your knowledge of my favorite foods and movies... Leaves me speechless in awe. (Sarcasm) Okay I'll be honest... I'm actually left quite floored... That such a knowledgeable narcissist like you... Thinks I still give a fuck anymore.