Getting Over You

And now I am the mightiest warrior who can defeat cans of beer.

Disco balls are like starlit that fall and bleed every night.

But this room is filled with strange things as emptiness,

Questions that are left unanswered.

It's not the alcohol that makes my life tougher.

My expectation does for this could only bring late nights with you.

Taste of the beer stinks in someone else's mouth as my lips caress his.

Almost undressed on a cold bed,  lying in his arms, trying to bite my neck.

Why shouldn't I stop this poison?

 Kisses burning rectitude in every detail of my soul's temple.