kook

Even though I am smiling...
Even though I have lived an alright life up until now...
Even though I have had those exciting, fucked up, worthwhile moments in my life...
Even though you once told me that you loved me...
Even though you FUCKING told me that you loved me...
I cry.
I cry the tears of the happy as well as the lost.
I drank these tears until I became drunk.
I raked these tears up into a line and snorted the shit out of them.
I rolled each tear up into a piece of paper and smoked until I could no longer speak.
Please judge me for that.
Walk up to me and say," You are a genuine fuck up."
I swear on my last breath I take on this wonderful, graceful, peace of shit place we call land of the free, that I will say, " Why, thank you darling."
but who am I to speak?