Kara Troglin

to just feel that smooth silk warmth between my fingertips. to have it then.

when this chair is too hard and we walk out of the apartment on a Friday night hearing echoes of madness in the city. buy a bottle of cheap white wine, suck my fingers, and call it a night. sometimes i think of spending the rest of my life alone, sometimes i think in the end ultimately that just might be the best way to end up. without a partner, hassle, and arguments, without him in the end. sometimes i like to think about that.
especially on nights like this, when the two of us are the only one's in this room and we are breathing one another in so deep, i hate it. what might become of us. sometimes you're just bullshit sleeping next to me and i need a drink to get rid of it. other days you're the midnights one star, almost as if my life depended on it's burning light.
Might light a match and set this room on fire, my hearts pretty sick these days, other days it's full. and I am either terrible, or the best at everything i do. even you.

to have it then, that smooth silk, i am dying without it.

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gulping down my Riesling
like its suppose to make me feel better
but we all know
in the end
(in its ultimate end)
i'll be head over,
skin damp,
hair tangled,
asking myself,
why in its ultimate end did i fail again?

a miserable thing, it is.