three

1.

the fuck is the only thing

we’ve conquered

but, at least, we have that

it was easiest to meet on the common ground 

of our desire

than to take the time to find something

more profound

on which to build a foundation

just humans, 

doing what humans do

fucking for the sake 

of a fuck and hoping 

transcendental ecstasy happens as a result

and, where credit is due

it is without a doubt something euphoric

in it’s own sweaty slimy messy way

and I need it as much as I want it

only from you, i madly crave it

2.

but goddamnit if these pills aren’t already

meddling in my affairs of the chemical relationships in my veins

gushing through in bursts, telling me how to feel and what to think

and when its okay to speak, when its okay to want you 

once the new wears off, where will we be?

making music and meaningful memories in other ways,

I hope

3.

i’m a girl like every other, mind in the hypothetical

one foot in the glass slipper in the grave

with a stop or two at grand achievements, 

final destination includes

TheMeaningOfLife

dragged unwillingly though the darkest 

black tunnel labyrinth that is

TheFearOfTheEnd

how the hell did we get here? in this state of mind

I’ll blame it on the pills