Ian's Word: Today

I asked a few friend to pick a word to write a few poems off of.

Today I woke up with a woman in my bed with a fat a*s and her legs tangled in mine.

 I made her coffee and I made tea.

I listened while she talked but I didn't hear a word she said because I was all I was thinking about was how much I know nothing about her.

It's not that I'm a bad listener, because I am.

But just by looking into her eyes and watching her lips spew a speech bubble saying that we weren't meant to be together.

Lust is a b***h.

She's greedy as f**k and this has nothing to do with luck.

Love is also kind of a c**t because the only thing good is watching the butterflies flutter until you realize that one day they will die.

But hey, my tea was good at least.