i was there
sitting across from you
and staring at him

my mind already
swimming through the dizzy layers
of rum and coke

trying to make clear of the thoughts
trying to make clear of the thoughts

you asked what i think of
why i think of it
and you analyze it.

i wouldnt bother with asking
the thoughts that flow are none to great
drifting with the fizzing carbonated beverage
i feel so lost...as if i can actually watch my
thoughts of sex, drugs, and possibilities soaring
away from me

i\'m buzzed.

i know i am \'cause i can feel that tingling feeling..
or was that the coke
i snorted through my mickie d\'s straw
it felt great and that\'s what matters

geez...
i\'m not in love with him...
not even feeling a draw to him

but yes
his eyes...his eyes i do stare at
like fire-red sun flowers casually
floating on marbleized pools
not sinking,
but spinning slowly
with its own intentions

omi
i want those eyes
to have those eyes
she\'s lucky
very

yes i am
very
but i admit it with no worry
i admit

i think i just like to stare at him
and at times, it feels like the mona lisa
sitting and staring back
my own \'smirk\' causing you to smile
and \'what\' is always you\'re question

i know at one point you were my only desire
to have you have, to hold you, to take
you to the bathroom and see if you kissed
as well as your lips looked

you’re flawed…
but your flaws make you so tempting to touch

ah.

i’m thinking with my mind, the beauty that everyone holds
i think i would like to think that
i’d like to think a lot of things
but my own mind and body won’t let me

yawn.