Coffee and Mirrors
Should I act surprised?
It’s kind of like catching someone in traffic picking their nose… no surprise, but you’ll always point it out to a friend.
Another door… the last one was a little difficult to open and this one will most likely be the same with another door right after it… my legs don’t get much use anymore.
Anymore than one and one half cups of this shit and I shake.
Why can’t you just say one and a half?
Why can’t you say something positive for once?
Up up up… Down down down….
I told you that I never go below a certain level but it’s no fun being here.
I’ll try again to get to the other side of this thing only to see that you were on the same side the entire time, but didn’t think to tell me.
If it were colors one of them would surely be murky.
Should I still feel lucky?
I can only imagine how the night will pan out.
Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac…
Coffee and mirrors.
I can taste that this needs a little cream and sugar.
We’ve dirtied up all our spoons…
I hold you closer in my bed because we are on my terms.
I’ll love you anyway.