FuMBLE

I dropped it Damn.
I know I should focus more when handling organs that have metaphysical parts.
You told me I'd do this.
Does it hurt as bad as last time?

Carrie: Fuck you
Evan: Look you knew I was going to fuck someone else, I told you I would do it, did it,
you have no right to be upset about this.
Carrie: Yes I do. I thought we were building something together.
Evan: It's only been...
Carrie: Length of time doesn't matter, what matters is the essence of
a relationship.
Evan: Oh God please don't get so emotional
Carrie: What did you expect a high-five?
EVAN
Carrie: Look it just hurts, and Im just processing, I don't hate you.
Evan: I didn't think you would.
Carrie: It's just...
Evan: I care about you too
Carrie: Not that. I want you all to my self. So Sue Me.

LOVE-WRITER'S BLOC

I have officially ceased trusting myself. I doubt that my heart could/would survive another Katrina, Ryan, or Andrew. I give up. There's no more matter, grey or red otherwise to squeeze from my flabby gastric organs. I can’t spell compassion, never could really and refuse to etch out any more scenes of flowers and rainbows; especially rainbows in fact,  Fuck Rainbows. There I said it. Wait for it...some galactic moment of inspiration, the man with chocolates in his hands and a illegal ring on his left hand.Wait For it Damit.  5 Beats.   See Saying Some-Thing wont help me super glue something shattered into countless shards that can and will remember who they slice into. Super glue cannot mend this fallen superego.  I am a lover sans his v, a writer without a muse. That leaves me as empty-handed as Iranians rioting for MTV. Maybe I should join them. It'd give me at least some passion for my com. I'd finish the piece but there's this damn Block.

CLEAN

20 nights ago we made love.
20 nights i lived in agony without you
20 times I called your name in the dark
20 times I knew I want to always be beside you
20 ways your back turned as I moved to the right
20 flecks of grey in you left eye
20 mistakes we made
20 beads of sweat on the small of my back
20 complete exchanges of air from my lungs to yours
20 new words created by the breaking your bed

NIGHTLY

I search for him
Will he be at the end of my mouse?
[click]

I know its silly to think I'll find him by these means
But there's always the hope for a miracle
I wonder if tonight is my lucky night.
[click]

The rush when I get a reply never ceases to thrill me
my playlist of hunting music gets longer as the night falls away
Everyone tries this at least once in their lives, right?
I should be sleeping, but I'v got the itch
[click]

STILL

Just when you turned around my heart caught stillness
A phone drops to the ground
[Breath]
Disbelief in the present creates momentary nirvana
Jolt of electricity
There aren't enough commas in the world to sustain/complete
the fragment of my grief at your passing,

When all the water falls from the sky, we will know how God felt at Calvary.
I've got a drop in my lung from that storm.
It begs me to continue.
[Breath]
Still Hurts.