I need something stronger than novacaine,
vicodin,
harder than 92 proof
to take the edge off this high.
(does that even make a
bit of sense…
I need to get buzzed to take the buzz off my buzz?
but I digress.)
I’m happy.
(giddy? probably)
and that’s dangerous
(fatal? definitely.)
because I will say
too much
I’ll overthink everything
and then here.we.go.again.
I need to settle down
before her eyes
her lips
her skin
her smile
make me do some crazy shit again
b e c a u s e crazy for crazy’s sake
just never pans out in the end.
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