That one not so secret secret

the night fell apart

This time 

there is no crime,

I have no story. 

people criticize

while there words cut my skin 

my eyes are on better prize. 

Taking my time I listen and  learn 

a social network.

Ah, well oiled machine 

as beautiful people go in 

dry, cracked, things come out.

I honestly have no doubt 

that by the time there out 

there story will be told 

looked down on as if they are old

being kicked off their throne 

the only friends live in their phone 

a life line they will never get

sitting in mud eating regret.