The Bad

You and me    
two different people    
we go out    
break bread together    
hang out together    
play some pool maybe    
and talk some shit.    
Truth,understanding,love,admiration,trust.    
Feeling memories,sharing secrets and releasing dreams    
you say things with such conviction    
you tell me things    
I truly believe    
you look me straight in the eyes    
and never blink.    
Throw in a few drinks    
and before you know it    
all that love and trust    
turns into desire and lust    
feeling the need to touch    
wanting for something more    
we end up with our clothes on the floor.    
Two different people    
you and me    
lying together in the end.    
   
   
   
The Good,The Bad and The Ugly,    
I was perplexed with this poem    
torn between two worlds.    
Had two ways to go...    
then I found a third.    
   This is # 3.