Maybe I needed clarity, maybe I needed to feel numb
but the hooch helped.
I dunno... it's been a while
a good long while since something wasn't thought to death with me.
Just felt right y'know?
Not my usual fated bullshit I pull to get girls in the sack either.
So I might have to step back a bit on this one, I'd rather not.
But the last time I had a muse, it kinda ended after but one somewhat sexual encounter.
Intense
but all the more
too fucking cerebral.
She was the best girl I knew- on paper. Dunno what went wrong from there.
But it felt more like shopping for a car than making love.
At least I wasn't just killing time like I usually was.
It's not right of me to carry on now that I know she has a mate.
It's not right of me to linger in the pleasant places where the perfect or even real version of her exists.
She was good for my work I think.
She was good for ... me. Really.
I acknowledged having a spontaneous emotion or 12.
But...
there is the major but of the other man.
Does this mean this period of work is closed?
I never said I was giving her up.
It's been a while since I shot for sol.
If she gives me the chance I will.
Good bad, or cinders.
The question is what to do from here
(that means feedback from you smart folks).
And I'm not a fan of being a gentleman.
But I refuse to become what I hate.
Open mic kids, how best to win?