I'm sad today
for no reason
and this is what it's gonna be.
Had sex with her
and faked it,
just cuz.
tired and despondent,
woke up wishing,
and just not in the mood,
rare for a dude,
but not unheard of.
I've faked it before,
and I am a better creep
these damn days.
I even pee sitting down,
but maybe I am just getting old.
she is the queen of New York,
figuring shit out in LA,
she can spare some time
and a bed for me and my shit.
if we were young,
we'd probably be scorching,
but life has beat us both up.
so a goodbye is inevitable,
which used to mean something
besides poems and metaphors.