Devil May

The rest of the night is spent in more time than what I expected. Day break has already come into the dank underground of the city. My sexual need has already cleared yet I still feel uneased and restless. My poor and uneven eye sight trails over the room for that burden of unease. Everything’s intact and the same from what I remember from last night. My hand graces over my opposite side of the bed, that’s when something’s up.

Angie’s gone

I could give you a million reasons, maybe even a million and ten, but not matter how great the number of reasons you still couldn’t comprehend how I’m feeling, but only because I can’t even comprehend how I’m feeling. This isn’t the first time Angie’s left in the middle of the night, but it’s the first time I haven’t been awake to see her walk out the door. Angie’s not a quiet girl; her voice, her steps, her overall thoughts would give her away in any situation.
I don’t why I’m making such a big deal about this.
There are tons of things I feel for Angie. You could probably even say that I actually love her. But in truth I’m held back from ever really realizing or even professing those feelings. In a perfect world maybe I could, but this world is far from perfect. How can I tell a girl like that that I love her? How can any man try to tie down such a free spirit?
I can’t honestly blame Angie for the path she’s chosen in life, God knows that road comes from an unnamable and disturbing place and leads on to nowhere. A road paved in cracked sheet glass just waiting for someone to step on a crack and cut themselves. I’ve walked that path and I’ve gotten myself pretty banged up, but Angie……..doesn’t even have a scabbed knee.
I’m done thinking and worrying over nothing, it’s only making my head hurt worse than it already does, and of course in any situation where my head won’t stop throbbing because that little vixen is on my mind there’s only one thing that can ease my mind.
A trip to Danny’s.