and she said....

procedure,
ritual, want lust and heat love,
chemical equations,
spell check the flawless fakes
if I can’t use it there
I might as well make it work otherwise

there’s too much alcohol in all of this
my face is a mess and my arms long for bliss
I can’t even feel the best friend on my lap
and we’re sad when we kiss
and we cry after sex
or for the thought of it

I fell chest first into these needles
and slight of mind
not noticing your fragile hand within mine
and I’ll weep on your shoulder
and we’ll pretend
that we’re nothing more
than just two drunk friends