Alcohol

Alcohol
can kill it all.
Kill your words.
You won't recall.

Alcohol
can kill the mood.
But I'm just fine,
you assume.

Alcohol
is death with a bite
death of relationships,
or death of a life.

Alcohol
can take it all
and crumble it
into a ball.

Alcohol
on your breath.
Make your lips
taste like sweet death.

Alcohol
makes me want to cry.
What it makes you say
say about you and I.

Alcohol
masquerades the pain
but only for a while.
Then truth will remain.

Alcohol
turns you into
someone that I
never knew.

Alcohol
will slur your words.
So I won't understand,
but I'm concerned.

I am concerned
That the next two
things it will ruin
is me and you.

~ ~ ~

Seeing you
intoxicated
is something I
really heated.

And intoxicated
is one thing I
won't ever be
after tonight.

Rejection

For most of my life,
I've been content
with all I have,
even lonliness.

Its not something
you get used to
in as little as
a day or two.

For years and years
I've fought the fears,
saved the heartbreak,
saved the tears.

From the chance
of being rejected.
Its like a bite,
and I'm being infected.

But when I see your face,
butterflies flap their wings
one hundred miles an hour
inside of me.

I never knew
your brown eyes
and your black hair
would be a suprise.

A suprise for me?
Or perhaps a clue.
Maybe something
thats long overdue.

Or just another dream
I've wished to come true?
And another dose of rejection
will be issued.

I'd prefer all of these
lonely nights and TV
over you and your sweet
rejection to me.

But please tell me
I'm wrong about you.
And just maybe
you're thinking of me too.