Another Night In New York
Sometimes you are drunk and you write poems you know are shitty, what can you do? If you’re a cute blonde who went to hsh feeling alone for a bit and a cute boy wearing glasses flirted with you briefly in New York about 12 AM 1:15 AM on October 9th, 2009, and your name/nick name is Alex send me an email, seriously. You are kind of amazing. At least I think so.
Another Night In New York
Fell in love with a girl,
and I don’t even remember
what she looks like
If there is anything
more pathetic?
I’d like to know.
It’d make me,
feel better about myself.
Another drunken haze,
Fuck my life.
