The Beer Poet

An old desire came back into my world for a few days.
She wanted a night of enjoyment so I bought it and found that it cost a hell of a lot more than I had intended to pay. She left her memory in my custody and I couldn't abandon it though I tried and tried. So there I was . . . she satisfied my body but left an aching in my mind. I found that the mind can hurt a hell of a lot more than the body could ever imagine. This started tearing at me like the memories that you just can't bring forth in the mind. She was stuck in my mind but just out of reach. And these visions burned me. Those words she never said echoed through lonely tears that refuse to be dammed. Cause I've been damned by her touch, by her tender skin that was never meant for me. Damned by a battle that I lost before I knew about the war. All this happened before I knew she would be so far from mine . . . so far gone . . . so lost. Now I'm lost within her misery and she doesn't care. The theory was that I would forget . . . that it would be a line straight to pleasure that turned into a cycle of painful need . . . knowing that, and knowing her, it was an ailment that would never be healed. It hurt me son of a bitch it hurt me and left me sinking in the quicksand of her concrete heart. She stood above me before and called me into this trap leaving only sadness to drown in. With no forgiveness for me to buy . . . and no way to escape so I drown in the love that will never be. Her novocaine body numbed me and I left my heart and mind without defense from her blond hair blues.