Wednesday, April 15, 2009


Tonight, someone spilled their beer.
I wish they hadn't.
I was aroused and nervous;
you always tasted of alcohol.

I hated the way you smiled when you were inside me.
It was almost as obnoxious as your arrogance.

I wish I didn't want you anymore.

1 comment:

HiQKid (Alex) said...

I love you. Your writing always touches me.

You deserve so much more.
Don't forget that, and don't settle.