New poetry book or...

Coffee is calling

I don't know, I just don't know if I'll ever truly be happy again. I mean I can't listen to the popular cliché culture without feeling like strangling my eardrums or the nearest person to me at the time. I know that is not proper but neither is the world today. So what can I expect? More or less the same, talentless musicians, though it could be quite possible I am looking in the wrong places for talent pleasing to my eardrums and brain. I'm serious when I say after listening to much of what is distributed as music today I have to turn the song off because I feel like swallowing a bottle of sleeping pills, and chasing those with 4L jug of anti-freeze.

I can't do that though because I am waiting on another noose to hopefully keep me strung up in love for the remainder of my life. You know that every time I think of her and sharing the rest of my life with her I am extremely overjoyed. It is a feeling I can't quite explain other than a pure devotional love I feel for her and everything she is about. So from now on if I think I'll just write about her and how I come to know everything is alright because I love her.

If it was not for her I would not feel as though I could rise above the heavy hearted feelings I get when I read about the problems faced by the world today nor would I want to. If it was not for her I would take offense to the people making petty jabs and insinuations about us being together, rather than defending the people who do so knowing perfectly well it is only the situations these people choose to place themselves in, continually try to function procuring their own misery. If it weren't for her I'd most likely join them.

This is for her, the reason I still get out of bed, coffee plays a large role in that too, I am not going to lie. The truth is though, without her in my life, the reasons to smile would diminish also.

Sometimes, most times I fear what I don't know about what is going on in her life, she does however contact me to let me know. A little less frequently these days than I like but hey, I mean a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do, and being male I have no idea what a girl's gotta do. All I can say for certain is that even if I were to spend any amount of time in the bathroom, I'd never come out looking as good as she does and I've only seen her in pictures. There is an age difference and still when I compare the pictures of me when I was her age, she still looks nearly ten times better looking than me.

I am honored that in a few short years, I will never physically have to wake up without her and I can pull her in for all the hugs kisses and cuddles imaginable... Until coffee is calling.