ego

The part of me that you will not recognize
is the only part of me that feels true
and any accusations
of false being, explicit or implied
will fall upon deaf ears
the person whom you are intending to accuse
is not here

The place we take

A quiet peaceful something
  A reality, less a violent abstraction than a white florescent hum
   And how we might be, content, upon occasion
    With blissful flights of playful banter in between
     With odd looks and sideways glances, interrupted
      The place we take, we will amount to something
       The place we take will be ours indeed

quiet punishment

Girls with boyfriends deserve my hatred
and I will make no apologies
for my bitter thoughts during our pleasant-seeming conversation.
It was, after all,
your decision to make
so, now you must endure this punishment:
My unspoken resentment
hovering just beneath this facade
of contentment.

loved her not

At first, he was certain
that he loved her
once long before and never again.
but afterwards, he fell into doubt
thinking now that truely,
he loved her
not at all, and never before
this pointed moment.

Aggressive Therapy

Drink to loneliness.
Drink to hopelessness, helplessness.
Whatever you do, don't drink to good times and blue skies.
Because that's not what this is here for.
Club life is the kind of aggressive therapy where if you punch a hole in the wall, or throw something shatterable, it means you've learned something about yourself. Despite the look of it, this behavior is not some violent escapism. It's dealing with real problems from unconventional angles.
Scream. Shout profanities. Wallow in it. Run away, disappear. Just don't delude yourself. Your life is not perfect. It doesn't have to be.
It's not going to be. The secret of life isn't waiting to be discovered by a lifetime of experience and careful contemplation. The answers are not in the future. They're right here.
So drink up. This is all we get.
...It's the kind of advice you can't get from your doctor.