Seems I'm only good at losing
Losing my lover, my sobriety, my happiness
But no one can say I'm not the best

Yes.

I had just begun to settle

The curtain falls,
The crowd applauds,
The actors take their bows.

The ballroom echoes
Laughter--and the sound
Of broken vows.

They say it's better to have loved and lost
Than to have never loved at all.
But the scars on my heart tell me different

almost

I had almost forgotten
How it felt to have you near
And all my own internal tragedies
And how you made them disappear

I had almost re-accustomed
To the weight of solitude
How symphonies of insecurities
Seemed to silence next to you

I had almost come to terms
With who I was before there was you
And who I'd have to be again--forever
What else was there that I could do?

I almost got used to darker nights
Almost removed from memory
All the words like love and beauty
That brought your memories to me

But not quite.

I'm officially going out with myself.

After a careful and thorough review of the dating market, I have chosen the most appealing candidate. This decision was based upon a variety of factors, including conversational skills, comfort level around this individual, and of course the quality of sex, which I must say was an extremely deciding factor.

While we get along great, there are a few issues that I'm sure will eventually arise. I have been known to seek variety in my carnal appetite, while my partner is more of a one-at-a-timer. But I think we'll be able to

I hate you.

It has come to my attention that nothing is really worth my time anymore. I always said that when sex lost its appeal, it's pretty much over, and I've gotten to that glorious point in my life. Strange, I guess, that only 28 years into this whole journey I have already gotten bored with it. But then I guess some of us just aren't really wired for the long run.

Unfortunately, life presents us with a lot of situations that just aren't covered in the manual. I wish I would have known that I would only be a kid once. Well, I guess I always kinda knew that, but I wish I would have known that I would only feel like a kid once, and that I would spend the majority of my adult life trying to find that same free innocent feeling. Even the smells that used to tease me with distant memories have lost their romantic pull.

But I'm not sure that any of this really makes a difference anyway, because none of it is real. Nothing is. What you see, what you hear, what you taste, smell, touch, want, have, like, hate...not real. Never was, and never will be. It's all just a cruel trick