Then he realized his heart was missing
He looked around wildly, looking for who had stolen it
Ellen smiled, knowing the answer
Finally, he felt her hand in his and shook his head
That’s when he kissed her and tried to take her breath away
He picked up his beer bottle and cried. Today had been such a rollercoaster. He closed his eyes and relived their last conversation.
“I can’t believe you bought that,” she said.
He cradled his prize like a baby. “Why not?” he asked.
“Just put that beer back or I’m going to leave you.”
“But it’s not just a beer.”
“What is it then?”
“Look, it’s in a copper bottle. See?” He slightly shook it in front of her face.
“You really want to do this again after the last time?”
“You’re the one wanting to do it again. I am just getting my beer.”
“I can’t handle this. It’s become a ridiculous habit. Look, it’s either the beer or me.”
She placed her balled fists on her hips and cocked her head to the side. “Do I look like I’m joking?”
He looked at the empty bottle of Sam Adam’s Utopia. She had left him, but now so did the beer. Life just wasn’t fair. He wondered if he could get her back. He opened his wallet to see if he had the $150 to buy another bottle. Nothing was there.
“Damn! Guess I’m back to Pabst Blue Ribbon.”
As I step on the pointiest Lego in the history of Lego
Wishing that I had amputated that limb so long ago
Every day I try to make sure the floor is empty, but I miss something
Still, I keep the light off as I work my way out of the room
Or I might wake her up, and that would be horrible
My foot hits another plastic caltrop and all I can scream in my head is
Cupid struck him right upside his head
Reducing him to a puddle at her feet
Unhinged he lobbed a lopsided grin her direction
She didn’t catch it at all as she focused his wingman
Her mind went to mush as Cupid played his sick game
You shout into the wind until you have to steal some or pass out
Every part of your being is still so upset. You bow your head down
Lamenting how life can be so unfair, it almost crushes your spirit
Lifting back up your head you begin to scream once more
Bashing zombie heads with a glorious ash wood barrel
Amy felt the most alive fighting for her life, but then she got bit
That’s why she felt dead when she arose the next day after
Marty hung his head low and almost sobbed
As if it couldn’t get any worse, Heather would soon be there
Now how was he going to face her like this
It also meant that she wanted to come over, so that was exciting
Clutching himself he started to laugh with excitement
The alarm went off and Deidra wanted to throw her phone through the wall. She figured she had finally fallen asleep like only fifteen fricken minutes ago. The rest of time had been worrying about pretty much every single word she had said on her date with Kevin last night. She replayed the whole conversation over and over, picking at every nuance and possible sarcastic thing that either of them had said. Deidra was normally confident to the point of being cocky, but something about his eyes and easy going swagger really knocked her off her game. As the script unfolded she kept kicking herself for not sounding smart enough, or that she sounded too distant, or she sounded too desperate.
“Is it time to get up?”
She jumped at hearing Kevin’s voice. She looked into those blue eyes and couldn’t help the stupid grin that spring to her face. “Depends. Do you want us to call in?” she said.
“Now that’s an offer I’ll take, but first I need to hit the head.” With that he got out of bed and walked to the bathroom, allowing Deidra to appreciate what God gave him.
Okay, maybe things had gone okay.
Looking for the poison in her sweetness
At the same time not caring if she killed him at the moment
Couldn’t help but think he was in way over his head
Even as he drank in all she poured out for him
Determined to take all the bad with the good
There are always two sides to every story
He put down the book and shook his head
It didn’t really make sense that it was black and white
Nuance told him two sides were really a myriad of grays
Knowing that and applying it were two different things though
It made his life a practice of frustration, but still he tried
Nothing could be gained by giving up, so he embraced the gray
Good thing he was already color blind