L. X Poem by Clint Magnum

Why do I keep putting myself,
In these situations.
Constantly giving coded invitations.
Your gonna end up,
Staring out of windows again.
Pushing and pushing that envelope,
So you can earnestly claim,
To be so erudite when it comes to pain,
Happiness isn't enough for you.

She's noticed me.
That softest of skin,
Deepest of eyes.
That smile,
That smile.
You are getting your wish.
What was your wish exactly.
To torture yourself again.
Fucking hell man,
Your thirty eight.
Grow up.
Or die alone.