Finished the Cab

I've left offline messages to Messenger friends I haven't chatted with in months. Wine-tainted, random ramblings will greet them next time they log on. It's kinda fun to drunk message. It's very Forrest Gump -- You never know what you're gonna get. Admit it; You do it. Everyone does it. It's a sign that we're too bored or lonely; either way, it's pathetic. And potentially damaging to relationships. That's why google designed a way to test your sobriety before you send an email. I would post the link to the article containing said info, but I'm too drunk right now.

It's fun getting replies from people, then searching your sent message archive to find out what fucked up message you left. "I never told you this before, but..." messages are great. And anything with the words "love", "miss", "mistake", "bitch" are interesting. And those with phrases like "never again", "that was crazy", and "live and learn" are pretty standard.

Good times. Good thing google, yahoo and microsoft haven't deployed an anti-drunk-messaging feature...yet.

RE:RE:FW:RE: One-Night Muse

Cold Brew and Nicotine

Captivating veiled in a cloud of nicotine

Secret longings sailing in smoke

Love is color to eyes that have never seen

In amber libations, her heart she’ll soak

Each sip closer to when the sadness slides

Bottles and cigarettes count hours gone

Each drag she confesses and she confides

She's long tired of the drama: Fine Being Alone

Her eyes betray secrets

that her smile works to hide

No lover. No regrets.

Only pain by her side.

Memories yet born

And things left unsaid

Haunt all the love songs

that play in her head

To love and be loved

First thing on her list

Three words are enough

To one never kissed

Cold universe

Cruel destiny

How ironic her name

Yet to everyone she’s happy

She just smiles through the pain

But in the small hours

When emptiness calls

Loneliness devours

Yet still she won’t fall

She looks up at the night sky and wonders away

Will these falling stars keep their promises she yells…

Will love be faithful and find her one day, someday

She fuckin’ hates that answer: “Only time will tell”

So just keep faking the smiles

Even after the smoke clears

Love may take more than a while

A thousand tears, maybe beers

I wrote this after meeting her on the Islands. 10 minutes. Drunk. I threw it away, but her friend picked it up. She read it and said I should share it with her. I didn't. But angst anyways.