that tonight
this is as close as
i get to midnight
i have chills
they're somewhere
just beneath my skin,
everytime i think of you.
chills; they haunt like a decision
an eruption of words
over my tea,
the world is a dream.
streetlamps and
jewel-like cars,
ink drenched in the sky.
trees sway as though
underwater
the scent of dust.
somehow i feel seedy
like a party that
went on for too long
i can't remember what i feel
i think the word is 'vague'
but i might be wrong
i'm just tired
...
just tired.
does regret need an introduction?
or will anger get there first?
blue smoke across my eyes
because i can't think straight.
it's all curves and swirls
that
dissolve into thought
your indulgence
that made me listless
i thought it was a reverie
and after every horoscope,
every fortune-teller,
every fucking tarot card
all i can say;
you hurt me is all.