I can not believe I am letting you do this to me
Tearing apart me and my soothing solitude
I know it almost sounds like a cruel blasphemy
I am but humbly trying to express my gratitude

Trying to put words in order to make some sense
Attempting to imbue them with some rhythm and rhyme
Hoping it won't end up a fake and hollow pretense
Without committing against your language some serious crime

The day before yesterday
I asked you what was going to happen next
How should I finish this uneven text
What message it should convey, portray
I had no idea - to my bitter dismay

I don't remember what you said
For I was mad and pitifully drunk
I guess, I should have rather
Smoked something instead
I wouldn't have written
And said so much meaningless junk.

You taste bitter-sweet