Once again,
I am here.
In the company of
Nicotine, cheap wine,
And memories that seem
To do nothing but
Remind me the I am alone.

And all that I can think
On nights like these
Is that I want
"Hey There Delilah."
Not that mundane references
Or wordplay
Could ever make a difference.
It's just that,
Well,
A girl needs something to hold her
When even the Ethanol
Cannot warm her heart.

And I find myself missing
Something I'm not sure that
I've ever even had.
And smoking cigarettes to the filters
Because I hate to see anything good end.

And I just wish I knew
That there were some definite reason,
Or proverbial
"Light at the end of the tunnel."
And it's funny but,
I'm tired of being cliche.

But even more, I am tired of being tired.

And friends that come and go
And Second-hand lovers
Could never really heal any wound
That insists on continuing to bleed.

Still I keep telling myself
That there is still tomorrow.

But I still need this, or that.
Or something besides
Damp cheeks, and a heavy heart.

And I still love everything
About what we used to be
And these words are nothing more
Than incohesive thoughts
Scrawled on wide-ruled notebook paper
Into long run-on sentences,
That in all reality,
Really aren't that interesting.

But I've gotta do something because,
I cannot remember the last time I smiled.