A wise woman once told me to follow my heart...
but I'm sure I lost that months ago.
I scratch my head, try to rub the dull thump-pain in my head.
Trying not to think about the guys that claimed to have fucked my ex
or the criticisms used in place of support
trying to solve my problems with tylenol instead of 80 proof.
Problems... do I have a problem?
Single.
Unemployed.
Talking to myself.
Uninsured.
Directionless,
further from shore than I've ever been
surrounded by unknown sapphire depths
Sounds like the human condition to me.
And the cigar I was looking forward to all week was packed too tight and gone limp halfway through.
Inferior confetti leaves, listless draws and the perfect spring night.
What new betrayal is this...
I just can't catch a break, when all I needed was to take one.
Though I'm unsure on what I was to take it from.
Maybe it was a matter of "who"
and in both ways when I say "take".
I'm a ball of tightly wound stress and pain.
Some say self imposed
My explanation is that its more like being trapped in a hyper active toddler's snowglobe.
Unhappy people aren't unhappy because they want to be.
That's not to say that I'm a victim of circumstance
or that I'm a victim
but rather
I'm afflicted.
Thanks for never quite getting that, while I'm on the topic.
There is no cure, only treatment
as I am the problem.
Take four of these
and forget my number in the morning.
