9/4/11

More Shame...No Regrets.

this clock screams
another morning sun blinds me through the window.
covering my head with dirty sheets
another nameless whore sleeps next to me.
i scratch the sleep out of my eyes
and shower the hangover from my system.
breakfast for two
i guess its the right thing.
she sits across from me,
still half naked and run down.
this awkward moment last forever.
solid sarcasm sinks in my teeth
i try not to make things worse.

here we go again
regrets at their best.
trying to remember the night before
wondering what ive done.
i make decisions out of assumptions
telling from the marks on her chest and the glare in her eyes
i have another secret to keep,
and a room to clean.

she asks me about the future day
trying to get an answer,
out of me comes silence
the kind that crawls through your veins
shes trying to make eye contact
thats not a good sign.
i think of strategies
to let her down easily.
shes rubbing her leg on mine
waiting for round two.

in a blank stare the bedroom door crumbles
shes talking in slow motion,
my eyes barley blink.

i hate this kind of morning
another unknown face
fell in drunk love with me.
and now i break her heart.
give it to her easy
try to say it nicely.

sealed with a kiss and a smack in the face
she gathers her used body off the floor and slams the door behind her,
that wasnt the reaction i was looking for.

x

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