blazing

God,it’s refreshing to talk about the things you love with strangers.

No prejudice,no misery,no small talk,just the love and need to discuss about something larger than you.

The alcoholic

Sunburnt,dizzy from the tequila and beers and all yours here for what’s left of this day.

You can go ahead and talk if you are in the mood.

From time to time it gets lonely out there but listening to your friends’s problems aids you see more clear the situations that turned you into the person you are,the reasons why you hate this and not that and the mistakes that you made and swear not ever befall again.

You can see why you are here on nights like this.

You know what?

I am sitting quietly with my friends,sharing jokes and maybe try to do something stupid that we will remember for the rest of our lives and then there is you.

I am trying to be civil towards you avoiding the non essential small talk and you appear out of the blue,speaking words that wondrously make my blood boil.

You don’t need to go there.

Talk is cheap,but your actions have been cheaper.

I am happy that there is no one out there interested in either your words or your actions nowadays. 

I am not sorry for having sex with you.

I feel sorry because I sat down and talked you about the people who hurt me and in the end you became one of them.

‘Sorry’ is not the word

People who do not think before they act or say something.

Is it really so hard to take some time and consider what you are going to do or bite your tongue before you express your opinion and your anger?

Apologising is a cheap excuse for people to avoid thinking. 

Thinking twice and silence are both a ticket to success. As long as you give a damn about being successful.

I want to be the one doing the casual talking and the one making all those meaningless promises about us.

When you do all this and leave me in silence listening to you is when I realise how stupid we both are and the extends we would both reach only to enhance the existence of false intimate feelings.