Count The Ways

Momentarily…
I forget a first kiss, a first touch.
It deflates my heart from that intoxicating,
Breath of fresh air, kind of love.
It clouds my judgement, but not in the way that you imagine.
As a sober-romantic, I rarely think of what it is,
But live hopelessly for what could happen.

I drink…
Until I am as empty as the bottom of my glass
And I’ll have to crawl up twelve steps.
I drink…
Until my future becomes the past
And then I remember why I should forget.
I drink…
Until I’m reminded nothing is meant to last
And I’m freed from regret.

Sometimes…
I prefer to be
Angry, rather than hurt.
Remembering all the reasons
Why I should hate you,
Hurts less than
Counting
All the
Ways I
Don’t.

-ChristinaDelCarmen

Fuck You To The Moon and Back

Fuck you to the moon and back
Till you reach a black hole…
Fuck you to the moon and back
Much more than the Milky Way aligned…
Fuck you to the moon and back
As dark as the universe is black…
Fuck you to the moon and back
Find your way during Mercury’s retrograde…
Fuck you to the moon and back
I hate you to the tip of the galaxy…
Either intensity of Venus or plant CoRot-7b
Oh my,
Fuck you to the moon and back.

-ChristinaDelCarmen

Double Negatives

She’s a no love seeking-
Fairytale believing-
Or late night romance-
Novel type reading-
Kind of girl.
Of a perfect man she is never dreaming.
Full of cynicism or so it is seeming,
That she cares for no man at all.

She has mastered the one night stand,
Designed the format and follows the Plan:
“Never kiss on the lips or hold on to hands;
No love allowed-nope! Not At all.”

She keeps a few in rotation
And all at a distance.
Remains unattached
So she won’t miss them.
Plays the good guys out,
So she don’t feel the urge to fix them;
Then drops them with no remorse at all.
But deep down she’s just really tired,
Of all the games and all of the liars.
Truth is–she is looking to feel inspired
But has had no luck at all.

-ChristinaDelCarmen