A little like poetry

waiting

So here we go again, a gin please.
yes honey, pour me a glass.
Just like youve done for her and oh her too, im pretty sure.
its just as logical as im synical and phsycologicaly impiared.
So.
The cup half emty, i spilled it all.
Its' life, my luck its still your call.
Always was anyway.
but you never call.
So-
Ill still be here waiting with episodes from the OC and chocolate milk in hand.
I never was good with daily planners and tongue lashing
was always better with my hands and at lip crashing.
But we never went there did we?
3 years and you never took a sip.
and there i was.
fibbing,
lying,
Im with my "sister"and crying.
Him.
him.
he.
Him.
and Him.
comming back.
Taking off.
Its no wonder you had enough.
I get it, she saved you.
You deserve her-Wonder woman-rock and roll queen and All.
Its been written on themilkyways,
And im glad like a furry caterpillar.
SO
kiss her for me and dry her ears from the monsoons.
Ill be standing somewhere outside.
Waiting for someone to save me too.
and hopefully,
It'll
be
you

i don't know if she wrote this, but i got it off kathy's blog.
it's fucking beautiful

(c) xoxoCharis Vera @ 3:48:00 PM