Sunday, March 28, 2010


i’m sorry i couldn’t
give more of myself to you.
and that my actions
were confusing.
i’m sure you have no idea
on what’s going on.
but that’s just it.
neither do i.
but i know that
i shouldn’t be
having to force
myself to do anything.
especially see
a person.
there will be
another.
there always is
and i can get tangled
in shit again.
but i did enjoy
the short time
i spent with you,
lying on the bed
in your room with
no fan
next to the 101 freeway.
breaking your bed
and now
your heart.

5 comments:

Randy Conner said...

fucking killer, dude. (by that i mean i like it.)

DJ Berndt said...

I also like it.

annie said...

sad shit man

Unknown said...

1. you should absolutely moderate the comments so you can get rid of the chinese (?) porn links.

2. i love this blog, there is not enough committed poetry out there. keep writing and having fun. it shows.

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DB said...

i agree with joseph about comment moderation.

kendra, can we do something about that? i don't have the power to change those settings. i think you're the only one with that power.

i've wanted to write some more drunk poems on here, but sometimes having a life gets in the way of getting drunk in front of a computer and writing poems for a blog. soon, hopefully, there will be time.