friskin

Today is the last time I will blow everything off for nothing.

It seems I'm always picking up her scattered pieces... The futility of it all. I don't know what purpose I serve here anymore.

(When all my friends forget me.)

Caught cheating. Playing innocent.

(I bring it all on myself.)

Lust was in the air. Stories of unsleep-overs and showers, and the now silent neck marks. Each having her own scandalous tale, I bit my tongue. I don't want to see you drunk.

(I guess nothing is back to normal.)

Forgive me.

Tonight I will be thinking of someone new. A neighbor or the man on the telephone. A childhood playmate.

(Positions and propositions.)
(Appointments and disappointments.)

And everything exists in my head.