(no subject)

[brianjefferson]

locked out
tired and hungry
i went to your house with my stomach tied into knots
i threw rocks at your silhouette in the window
you peered out
with your hair disheveled on your shoulders
i stood and still could see the remnants of your eyes
you lied through your teeth while describing a life
for you and i
fiction
friction
i wreaked of cigarette smoke and intellect which you misunderstood
for suave sophistication
even you can't see it's just a facade
a bull shit excuse too look cool
while pulling on a piece of paper lite on one end
i sipped the capri sun i had clutched in my hands
the real world was on the television in your aphotic room
7 strangers picked to live together and have their lives taped
i laughed uncontrollably
you looked in my direction
i glanced back with apathetic eyes and closed them quickly
to dream of when rollin' dice would become a professional sport
maybe even an olympic sport
i can tell you don't understand me by the agreeable look
you give when i say even the most outlandish things
shame
i was beginning to like you