Because some days I feel like a wounded bird with broken wings, pellet ridden.
Somedays I get lost in the big picture and forget to kiss you good morning.
My feet are sore, my back feels broken, and I feel like breaking down.
You are amazing, even if it feels like you are far from it.
Your mouth tastes like stale beer, and the cigarettes, and I like how it lingers in mine.
Your lips are warm and moist, and they promise so much, and all I know, is maybe I can get through the day now.
I wonder about you, miles away, and wonder if you think of me. Was our friendship everything i still feel it to be, or has time shined the edges and made you so much more.
Mumbles in the afternoon, mumbles because I need to forget work, forget money problems, forget that I’m terrified half the time, and sad 25% of the time, and maybe happy 5 and maybe content 5, and maybe meh 5, and lost 5, and in love 5, and maybe hurt 5, and overwhelmed 5, and over the moon 5%, and terrible at math 100% of the time.