Your regimen of loving remains the same and you wonder why you are still single

A lot of people are on diet intimacy aka Splenda sex aka low fat loving

Valentine’s day becomes your cheat day, you overindulge in love.

Whole fat, wholesome loving is done 365, 24/7 not on 2/14

muse sick

drowning in music so I can breathe freely

suffocated by reality, revived by your melody

Lost in my lonely, saved by music’s sweet serendipity

when riding musical ecstasy, shyness does not become me

feel good music

feel you music

good feel music

you good music

acoustic alchemy, melodic chemistry

Alcoholics

society of alcoholics

accustomed to numbness

we fear our genuine entity

seeking boldness

at the bottom of the bottle

seeking elevation

we are tired of rock bottom

bottled emotions flow

we go from liquor to lick her

society of alcoholics

accustomed to pain

we fear brutal honesty

seeking shelter

within the walls of a shot glass

seeking forgiveness

we are tired of the past

that seaps into the presents

so we sip to the future

society of alcoholics

unaccustomed to self

is it

is it grinding or is it insomnia

is it horny or is it lonely

is it love or is it good sex

is it arrogance or is it insecurity

is it necessary or is it familiar

is it passion or is it complacent

is it friendship or is it convenient

is it critiquing or is it hating

is it necessary or is it needed

is it silence or is it rage