Hidden Truths

Should there always be secrets kept to oneself?
I mean, of course, I could spout all my hidden truths,
but it would take some adding to make complete sense.
Where's someone to fuck it all away?

I, Myself

Am I a sucker for beautiful women?
Ones who never know what they want, but it for sure in hell isn't me.
Or it is they get confused with insecurities?
     It must be the color of their eyes:
blue, gray, green, and even hazel.
None of which are ever brown.
Whatever.
Wish I could say I'm done.

To the Wind

I'm just another seed to scatter;
a speck to concur.
To you,
I won't bleed any different.

To the Girls Who've Looked at me Different

Fuck all of you and your fucking awkwardly captivating stares!
Don't look at me unless you know how to keep looking.

You beautiful girls and your goddamn insecurities—
fuck off and live a little.
It's fine to be scared,
but you're minuscule afflictions damage the world.

Ima snap one of you bitches in half,
then you'll have a fuckin image to worry about.

The Workplace

This tension is fucking sizzling.
You slimy bastard.
A goddamn image is imbedded in my mind,
and it's not even mine!

Give yourself some credit;
it's not every day some knuckle-dragging,
donkey-dicked faced,
shit-eating, low life
changes so many lives in one night.
Words are not enough.

Fucking pervert.

To the Unworthy

Which would be me of course
because I gotta be down on myself;
I'm too high up on this fucking horse.

I haven't told someone I wanted to be alone and meant it so much.
And I'm so sorry because I care about my boys
But they're placeholders.
Can't they understand
can't I be by myself
can't I have the love I want?

I guess if I didn't smell like whiskey I'd let you in.

Okay, I accept the fact that my problem has gotten in the way of my social life.

I don't want to go down this road again.

Conditionally

Some people really love each other and that's great.
Me? I'd rather choke than feel that pain.