I findI find my daysMore Like This
riddled with cigarette butts
and coffee cups,
bridges and brick dust.
River rocks rescued out of the rain
pages of poetry all lipstick stained
fragments of people,
cigars, Pall Malls, and Marlboros.
Smoke long stale
wafts in loops and spirals
through the morning air
as I untangle memories from my hair
and track hand prints and fingerprints
on my spine and my hips.
Finger tips follow lines of scars
that I lie about and love.
Swanning over old aches
a stronger soul.
I find bruises on my heart and my knees
the color of black, blue, and raspberries,
earned from too much time preying,
Praying for some almighty force
reveling when they did.
There's a smudge of paint on my thigh
from when my skirts
and passions rode too high
as I rode my inspiration 'til 2 am
with a paintbrush in my hand
to make something lovely.
Lips silky and swollen
from too many kisses stolen
from unsuspecting lovers.
I find my life riddled
Shorts: It didn't matter [SkyMU]"You never said it mattered to you."More Like This
"I never said it didn't matter."
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he ran his hand through his rough and slightly matted locks before bringing it back to his face.
It didn't matter.
He stood up abruptly from the bed, sending a slight wave of bounces as well as fear to the elder male that laid in bed with nothing but the messed and wrinkled sheets of the bed that they had slept on. That they have played on.
That they had loved on.
"You told me you loved me."
"I was a drunk mess last night, how could I possibly have controlled the words that slipped out of my mouth?"
The silence was defeaning and the tension in the air did nothing to calm either one of them of their unsettled nerves.
"Look, Jason, I-."
"Say nothing more."
Gathering the few belongings that were scattered across the room, he hastily dumped them into his sling bag before zipping it up and slipping his feet into his sport shoes. Running his hair once more through his messy and slight