The Intellectual Hoodlum

Heavy from alcohol
& high powered weed,
my mind cannot perceive the true pain she's in.
Though evidence
trail from her eyes...
she sniffles and dries her cries, doing her best to contain what's within.

But I see it...I ask what it is?
to which she replies...."nothing." in a hushed tone.

To myself I think "WOMAN IT'S SOMETHING!" Also I'm standing right here so please there's no need or reason to feel alone.

It's something to me because I see it. I want you to release it, Speak on it, FUCKING LET ME IN!

let me decide if it's nothing.  

I love you.
Share with me
All the intimacy of
every day life.

Will you?

Spare me nothing,
Good bad, the ugly.
All of it
until every thing is....
Alright with you.

Don't think just because
The first line I wrote,
had I approached you.
& they were the first words
I spoke to you,
you'd no longer pay me any attention.  

I'm just as aware
as I'd be,
if it also were
the sober me,
to which you
would be speaking,

I say all of this just to clarify myself to you.
Just in case
I failed to mention.

You are.... still dealing
with a great intellect.