Wasting Time
I feel assaulted,
bittersweet,
malted and mixed up,
fucked up on liquor
for the first time
in a long while.
I feel steadfast,
stoic,
a tad bit heroic
for not crying at all today
but there are still three hours to wait.
I haven't drunk in awhile.
It is Friday night,
I am tired,
and I still have two days
until I face you for the last time.
I cuddle my cup
and cover up
to be mindless and sucked in
by Law and Order: SVU.
These are their stories,
and they are much more
fucked up than me or you.
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