Love is cruel.
Cigarettes are cruel.
Poems are cruel.
Life is cruel.
Vodka is not.
I could spend the whole night telling you how much you mean to me, and what I’d be without you. But why do that? I don’t want your sympathetic smiles, or lustful looks. No, I want your love. Just your love. But you’re not here. You’ll never be here.
Cuddles alone tonight
fake faces everywhere i see, fake people looking back at me.
SIT DOWN, don’t tell me, where I don’t belong.