Sunday, November 14, 2010

Trying To Cope

Sometimes I wonder
If I would be better off

Deleting these messages
Before the morning

Because I don't know
If I want to see

What raw heartbreak
Looks like in my life

Because there's always something
I don't see when I'm sober

It's a shield
For us. Always.

Even if we think
We're always up front and real

There's always a shield that
Sometimes when we're drunk

We can't think enough
To think it into existence

To believe it
Into existence

Did I believe our love into existence
When I was sober?

When I didn't have
A reason to get drunk

Because nothing would be better
Than the sober reality of being with her?