Solitude
you've wrapped your arms around me
like a long lost lover's embrace
and kissed me with an open mouth
Now I'm left drunk with emptiness
and a lingering taste of lonely nights
on lonely streets in my mouth
We visit often, you and I
sharing mixed tapes and pizzas
losing touch with reality and forgetting human contact
Last night was a late night
I cheated on you with a phone conversation
about sex and rock n roll
but you were invited back into my bed
shortly there after
and kept me cold until morning
when I awoke
alone

                  "And I don't know which is worse
                   to wake up and see the sun
                   or to be the one,
                   be the one that's gone. . ."
                                           -Ryan Adams

(he always puts it best..i just wanna plagiarize the shit outta him)

Drunk and Sober Some Night in October

Nothing special
save a thing or two
that still can't constitute
a complete and total oath of loyalty
(but you look so intense
with your hand over your heart)

Moving on
is a thing that only exists for those
who are far too positive for their own good
(which is positively absurd
and unheard of to me and my relentless heart)

If you give me just a foot in the door way
I'll be moved in by next week
(emotionally speaking)
I'm still in this state physically
all the while wondering where my affections
have run off to. . .
until a phone call
reveals it all

At your doorstep
waiting to be fed
compliments and nicities
that quicken the blood flow
instantaneously

I'm a sucker for your sympathy
and am lost somewhere in the wilderness
that is your ability to distance yourself from such. . .
whatever it is that this is

I am presently consulting Mr. Webster
on a proper name for what it is
that you and I have
(but I have no way to define it myself)

Difficult is the task of
giving your heart away so fast
only to have it returned
on a plate of broken glass
(this will make sense to you some day)

Oh, she spread her legs for you
like moses parting the waters
a soft body and a drunken disposition
was all you needed to
get over me
you discovered her body like
a pilgrim who set sail
for freedom
(just don't forget they soon found
that they were not the first
to touch her "unchartered" ground)
Did you unbutton her dress
kiss her neck
trying anything to rid yourself of this whole mess?
Sweetie, I had no idea I was that forgettable
and I'd be lying if I said it didn't hurt
but I can still live with my head held high
even with you're hand still high up her skirt
(because I'm better than all that)

Sick and tired of waking up each morning
with that same sick and tired feeling
in my sick and tired stomach
Sometimes my eyes begin to burn as though
my eyelids could suddenly give way
and allow a much needed cry
but you and i both know
that floods of tears won't fix a thing
only water-log a broken heart
And damn you in the first place!
All the tears I cried before were a direct result of
you and your lack of compassion
(or at least that's what I can tell myself)
It's so much easier to place blame...
I gave you so much 
but you could only give me what you had already
given so many others
i don't know why i didn't let that break my heart
until just now....
but yes, it does indeed hurt