some people whisper sweet nothings
to their lovers
I scream obscenitites
once
once
the world was beautiful
filled with wonder and hope
now, I only see grey
nothing is certain
no guarantees
just chances
shots in the dark
like so much coffee
spilled on his shirt
dribbled
reheated four times
dark stains on the carpet
carlessness thoughtlessness
distraction
when nothing is real
but your breath on my neck
if only there were no chaotic thoughts in my head
over and over..... round and round...
they spin
