Drunk Love (Poem - scrap)

He only holds her when he's drunk
When his life's been washed in a brown glass bottle
So he can't see she's filled her trunk
All her things packed with care so they don't rattle
On her trip away from his indifference.

He only tells her of love as he's on the stairs
When his head is hazey and he's shaken
She knows he doesn't really care
'Cause they're engaged in conversation
That twists around a song's last line.

She only sees him when he's not right.
She craves the lies she takes as truths.
He keeps resuming the same old flight.
He's locked himself into the grooves

And keeps riding his trains into the ground.

Stumbling Appologies (Poem)

My absense greets her face in the evening
And hangs on her shoulders thru early morning
On a wooden seat I rest my conscience for the night
let the glass lead me away from my plight
But soon I'm holding hands with dawn
And strole thru her door falling like a dog
I'm followed by someone's stumbling appologies
She only stares at my own self-fulfilled prophecy
I know I've called it evil before
Still I can't stop going back for more
I've crossed the nation to change this view
Found that it's the same bullshit I've been through