Muse: The Admission

Never took a stiff drink for you to speak a sober tongue
& remember how in tongues we'd speak silently through premeditated thoughts


...if only through a smile...



...so now you wonder...


if it's any consolation
I still see the constellations
that have became your eyes sunshine
& I still sip tequilla not to kill mocking birds
but rather hear them repeat lyrics
designed to romance me
while agave based liquid soothe
my troublesome days


truth be told...

I've been a mess without you...

emotional rollercoasters
have taken me for an extended ride
expending all hopes that I only can find
at the bottom of bottles
& within lace boyshorts with high heeled ambitions
in compromising posistions
promptly positioned once blurred became visions

this isn't a love letter
this is my admission

my house hasn't been a home
& if home is where the heart is
then maybe you need to look beside you
& handle that organ with care
while I'm away trying to find shelter
from these thunderstorms they call tears
& if you really looking for me


I'm somewhere really dry...


come get me...