She was a hooker
Looking for an easy meal
My heart was ready
heartbreak
Sorry
I’m sorry for this.
Mama never said it would be easy.
Believe me.
I wrestle with inner demons every day.
Racing to find the right words to say.
I hate myself. I despise my truth.
The worst part is losing you.
Last Breath
You took my last breath
Our love did not pass the test
We are dwindling
Broken
You say you miss me
But you keep breaking my heart
Until it bleeds out
Unworthy
You sing to yourself
To keep from crying over
Someone unworthy
Sweetheart
Love is a sweet bitch
I like to call my sweetheart
Until she breaks me
This Night
Lets not say goodnight just yet
Damn me, I’ve lost my sight
Of what’s true and desired
Giving up is easy, when you fear the fire
No crying ourselves to sleep tonight
I’d rather walk ten miles in the cold
We lay together in a bed, alone
No longer touching or holding
No longer dreaming on your shoulder
We fuss in an empty room
With nothing to hold on to
Howling and shrieking into the depths
Of madness and foolish plight
Broken and dragging each other down
I don’t wish for this to be our last night
If you tell me it is, I’d rather spend it by your side
Wipe my tears and kiss my lips
Hold me tight, and whisper blurred promises in my ear
We’ll make believe we are flying higher than ever
Through the rest of this night…
Wicked
I created streams of pinot down your eggshell wall
Forgot the buns in the toaster, waiting for your call
I eat ice-cream in your bed because it gets me sticky n’messy
This headache screams you strayed again. Fuck’r wants to test me.
Stretched out. Entangled in your “day after” vanilla sheets
Plowing fists into the headboard provides no relief
I insanely burst at how playing the fool can sting
I howl at a cheating moon that no longer sings
As I scribble this lyric across your back wall mural
A line so insanely wicked, you will stumble upon as a bit serial
I’ll stab my i’s and slit my t’s
Bludgeon the “F“, and drag the tail on the “y” until it bleeds
Puffin smoke. Such a sexy bloke.
These lips now spit fire. I hope you choke.
Soul shaking through. Hoping you’ll return soon.
I’ve got some thing bloody wicked
…something wicked for you….
Carousel
I swear I’ve done this before. Rode until I was broken and sore. This carousel. Another ride lost. Would hop on and twirl. Straddle all night until my seat caught fire and turned to dust. Spin spin. A ballerina on a hot rod. Vision blurry. Hearts throb. Speeding so fast, I fumble into your wicked pod.
Ouch. I got an ouchie. Fell on my head. Whipped lips bleed. Hips slouchie. Crashed hard. Bruised and scarred. I just want to cry. Cry cry baby. Let me be your cry baby. I can’t help but cry, baby. Ever seen a man sob like a baby?
Mama warned me. She knew this wouldn’t work. Truth be told. I fein the thrill. To chase the shadows where love and pain lurk.
Release my hand. Dust the clovers from my waist. Tears have dried. I looked to your sunshine. Now I can’t bear your face. Round and round in the same space. I dreamed of shooting stars. Silly me, carousels don’t fly. Spun me along with no glittering cloud in sight.
You promised me fuckn’ nine.
Cheaters Anonymous
Heard you officially moved on. That was quick. Found yourself a manly chick. Tooth suckin, finger snapping, hip swaying kinda dude. Swore you said you weren’t into the sissy type of attitude. Naomi Campbell kinda dude. Does he makes you happy? Does he get you in the mood?
Saw his hashtag across instagram, #meandmylove. Betrayal is real. Apparently what life is made up of. I’m curious what he’s doing better than me? Does he make you cry? Tears of ecstasy? Does he make you beg? Get you wetter than me?
I’m surprised this is what you left me for. Thought you went to buy milk. But you’re sexing on his floor. At flea markets and festivals for all to see. Are you going to move him in too? Promise him trips to exotic countries?
I must admit, there were a few times I thought about intruding your place. Knock on your door, smack him, and empty my cappuccino in your face. Grab my Gucci suits. Cuz I paid for that! Snatch up your rolexes and Prada shoes cuz I was made for that! Kick over the bleach and drop my cig on the way out. I’ll be that crazy bitch your mom warned you about.
But, that’s OK. I’ll let you get away. Will cancel our cruise. Won’t fight for you to pay. Removed your number. Won’t even bother. I’ll leave you to the greatest bitch of all. Her name is Karma.
Love Notes and Dirty Dishes 