Jul 07, 2004 21:37
bones
by airen skam
your greasy smile, I see
i know the way you
cock your head to the left
say the right things
at the right times
put your lips and hands
in all the right places
another beer, another opportunity
i see my frustration with life
in your eyes, when you
smile wearily at me
my dissatisfaction echoes
in your sighs, we are
two broken-spirited friends
all I can do for you
is smile back, mirroring
your ill-at-ease position
so I hug you, but
it is never enough
we were never enough for each other
even in bed we lay, finished,
knowing what we’ve done, and
so tired of caring about it all