Made For Love

It's a scene I know only too well.

Familiar faces, slightly blurry and drunk.

Beautiful songs, the guitars ring well into dawn.

The weight of the world is no longer on my shoulders.

And all the pain disappears for a second.

Not mine, but I'm home.

Celibacy

My brain is imploding.

I kiss him and I feel nothing.

Nothing at all.

I don't know what's happening anymore.

Maybe if I stop thinking about him for a minute it'll all go away.

I can't get him out of my head.

And the mouth I kiss feels unfamiliar, it doesn't comfort me.

I could fuck, like a sporting event and get it done with.

But my body is weary and my heart is not in it.

I think it's a classic case of too much too soon.

Again, I don't know how I feel and I don't know what I want anymore.

If not him then no one.

None of it will matter a year later and yet right now I'm trapped in such deep nostalgia of only beautiful memories that I overlook all the ugly.

If not him, then no one.

I stand alone.