how many babies does it take to paint a wall, just depends on how hard you throw it...

you jokingly say you'll kill me.
a force a smile at your playful, silly taunt.

little do you know that that's just what i want.

don't tease me, you'll only get me excited.



you weren't there when this happened, but i remember it perfectly.
i drank the whole bottle of wine, my head wasn't at all use to such a sensation.
confused i sat on your floor and clung to the couch, turning this way and that watching the room spin and twist.
i heard steps upstairs and cried out for you, but you never came.

so i started to cry...i'm quite pitiful when i'm like this...

determined to find you, but frightened if the forbidden son or any other of the dangerous three would run into me i carried your foot long blade.  up the stairs i went, clinging to the white wall, wiping tears from my cheeks arriving at the top platform it was empty.
but i continued to search and yell for you, nothing.
giving up my impossibe chase i made my way back down the stairs, but my symptome had gotten worse.  on the last step the world flipped in my face, came out from under my feet and threw me to the ground.

i caught myself in time, looking down there was your knife- positioned at the ready to take my life.

startled i jumped from it and drunkingly snatched it up...angry at my stumbling error i drove to punish myself and perform the only punishment i deserved.  holdong it up to my abdomen and closing my eyes the room gave me another spin; knocking the knife from the position and the natural cowardice back into me.

sighing, i accept that i'll never be brave enough, return to your couch and collasp into an akward slumber.  that short, drunken hour without you was one of the most painful i think i've ever endured...