The Talkers
Remind me everyday
How they are smarter, sweeter, and better in bed than me.
But can they laugh
...
I’m finished, as good as dead and
Regretting
Everything.
Like a serial killer who has seen the light
...
I'm not a writer, I'm a drinker, so don't bother me about writing, because I know that nothing I say here, nothing that I can provide here, will make any sense to either of us.)
The Talkers
The Talkers
Remind me everyday
How they are smarter, sweeter, and better in bed than me.
But can they laugh
and throw up
At the same time?
No.
They are too good for their own vomit.
And that’s not funny.