No Excuse ...

My apologies

for the salty tears

and vulgar language

there's no excuse. ...

I treat paper like my therapist,

and get mad

when it doesn't speak back ...

My mind is water

My heart is oil

They won't mix ...

My heart wants sober

but my mind says "why?"

Again,

left without an answer ...

I'm sick, I realize this ...

I fear, there isn't a cure ...