cherry eyes

you be the boxer and my heart will catch your fists | c

you remind me of when i was happy just kidding i was never happy and you are the little books i read as i tilt my sunglasses at the pool boy labeled "sex tips for dummies" and the one i read when i bite my lip at the beauty playing darts in the bar, cigarette smoke filling the air, "the minds of men". i do not think of you often and often i do not think but when i do, it is nirvana and i do not wish for anything more or anything else. i can tell you now that your refurbished love life or maybe your life in general is killing me and i know that the only thing i know is that i wish you were dead or maybe i wish it were me instead. i am clueless and i, the non-believer, prays for knowledge on why you left me. god give me strength.

pow pow pow. are you ready to stop punching me? you are miles away yet it hurts all the same and my heart cannot take this. where is that pool boy when you need him? i saw his promiscuous smirk around here somewhere – i think he has an idea on how to help me.

quickly! get your lorgnettes; it's time for a show.

- ugh! what are you doing to me?