Maybe it is all just my luck

running out into no wheres

looking for nothing i can

truly hold on to.



I could have slept with my ex ex.


Only she would not understand.



How a nice guy could

do her right

then wrong in the end.



My ex girlfriend.


The one that ended us.



Does my desire to sleep with

her come from a vengence?


an otherwise grotesque

exploitation of innocence?


i am a cannibal on a diet.


A vegetarian i must eat.


instincts hunt

spruced up

behind pinks.


a javelin of desperation.

a net thrown in despair.


a tired eye

winking because you are there.


i should not care about how

your sister found me.


my face in a book

so unprofoundly.


excitement that rose

from soiled to stem.


better safe

bitter real


as i go in


The End.

here is another one.



being divorced


a rose

red

blood
dripping

tears

falling
over

a glass
coffee
table

holding
wrists

swallowing

a ring

thats it from me for this year.

Have a Happy New Year everyone!

You know how to feel what you write
righting how you feel
feeling you know
you what
how to..

A prayer for you someone right Happy, New, this..

Just love, Sadie