How do you respond when the one says she kissed someone…The sip drips down my throat hot and sweet as it seeps into my pores and out pours the angst of my stance an emotional dance as i tango around the gold liquid in my glass i try and mask how fucked up i really am...

I look at my hand and notice the discarded deck allowing me a moment to reflect on the many flings that left many stings and lay before me as wasted cards no longer apart of my winning hand never willing to understand I play for keeps not for moments but for reasons I...

At some point I often become a fantasy But when reality hits That ship sinks And the fantasy ends The "you're not my usual" No longer clouds the visual And I am no longer desirable Even if reliable What you wanted Want Isn't Me That's my reality spin As the ship sinks...